There a first time for everything
From the first day until the end
Thank you for the gobstoppers
Every time I think of Gobstoppers
I giggle and smile every time
Wow I'm loving the memory
How dose 1.77 oz box Disappear?
I know the answer but am I right? It was mainly me
You Could have said NO! ! !
Thank for giving me your Gobstoppers
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What an innocent image of childhood and its sweet memories! Lilac. You may like to read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1. Thank you.