A poem.
The little black bag sat on the shelf
I grabbed the staff and asked for help
I need to know how much it costs
I have some money but not that much
They checked the price and it was just right
The little black bags coming out with me tonight
Out on the town and everywhere around
My little black bag that I just found.
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