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When stacked,
It becomes the Empire State Building,
When rolled,
It becomes a burrito.
When smashed,
It becomes a bowl of oatmeal.

The one thing,
I want to know,
Is when this poem ends.
The problem is,
This poem goes forever,
When you use,
Imagination.





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