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Popsicle sticks once covered with ice
all colors and flavors
they tasted so nice

Then you have those sticks
Those sticks were so straight and flat
then why did my creations
look like they had seen combat

A craft one practiced with grandmother.
Connie Hopkins
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Connie Hopkins  F/AL.
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