She got a box of gummy bears from a friend,
On her seventeenth birthday this year.
Red, green, yellow, clear colored gummy bears.
Not really tasting the color or the sort,
Which is quite disappointing if you really think about it.
Just made of pure sugar,
That's what they really are.
Eating too many aren't really great,
Unless you have one of those sick cravings.
One, two, three, four...
Whoops,
Ate too many.. now I've lost count.
Looking back into that gummy bear box,
And they're all gone..
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