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Resourcefulness

In 'depression days' as a tiny tot
With no pennies for stick of gum.
I checked-out bed-posts, chairs & desks
For 'used ones' on the mum. They would be dried-out, wouldn't snap or crack,
So I'd chew to a steady beat.
And gum was flat in taste until I learned
'To dip it in sugar sweet.' I chewed and chomped 'till jaws would ache,
Then I'd stick gum in plain sight,
Where someone else could enjoy 'nice find'
When they were in same plight. Sometimes I even chewed 'fresh tar'

When workmen repaired our road.
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