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Who
said
I
lost
my
marbles
Believe
me
that's
not
true
Always
in
that
treasured
space
They
all
look
quite brand
new
Each
having
striking
colors
With
nifty
great
designs
Honestly
I
must
confess
They
are
all
truly
mine
Each
marble
tells
a
story
Of
how
it
came
to
be
I
won
one
from
a
big
guy
When
I
was
only
three
That
was
quite
a
moment
I
never
shall
forget
Tigers
eye
in
amber
The
best eyes
I
have
yet
You
see
I
have
my
marbles
Tightly
stored
away
I'll
bring
them
out
to
show
you
If
the Doc
says
it's
okay
I
won't
have
a
problem
Because
they
were
never
lost
Rolling
around
with
bright
ideas
Which
occasionally
get
tossed.
~
Francine
Pucillo
~
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