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When the out of order is in order it is a hard feeling to place The chips are all mixed up inside But the machine can still dispense The out of order sign belongs on me but yet by some mystery no one has even checked so see if they can get chips
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Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
A vending machine
When the out of order is in order it is a hard feeling to place The chips are all mixed up inside But the machine can still dispense The out of order sign belongs on me but yet by some mystery no one has even checked so see if they can get chips
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Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
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