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Gummy Bear

Can I open your head and look into yours and comb  
the hair of the flea? The last frigging flea had male-  
pattern baldness and there was no hair to part.  
Perhaps, speak to God about recurring dreams of  
nincompoops and Tickle Me Elmo. Without a  
warning from Doppler Radar. It's that season, don't  
you know!  Shhhhh! Beware of Gummy Bear candy.  
Especially the one that talks and dresses in drag like  
Goldilocks.  
Written by adagio
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