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GUMBALLS by P. J. Purtee A gumball machine spit out trinkets and gum. And I had my eye on a ring. A red ruby stone. It is perfect I thought ‘cuz it sparkled and shouted out bling! That gumball machine finally spit out the ring after swallowing dime after dime. At recess I asked her to sit next to me. She said “yes”-- Added, “It’s about time.” “Will you be my Valentine?” I finally asked. I was sweating, and shaking, but proud. She whispered, “of course” then she blushed and I gushed. Then my head floated up in a cloud. My heart finally slowed. The ruby ring glowed. She sighed with a little ho-hum. “The ring is real nice, but it’s you that I like. I’d been fine with a big wad of gum.” |
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