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Erol

Erol
by Alex Lewis

Erol is a friend of mine.
You are me and I am thine.
You bought yourself at a dime-a-pop.
My rates will always flip and flop.
His cost will forever change.
People have always wanted to exchange.
I will always be ourself.

Three in value! Four in Elf!
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