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A little word of doubtful number,
A foe to rest and peaceful slumber.
If you add an "s" to this,
Great is the metamorphosis.
Plural is plural now no more,
And sweet what bitter was before.
What am I?
And I heard Jeff exclaim,
As they strolled out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all --
You take credit cards, right?"
-- "Outsiders" comic
And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks with the one word, "unless."
Whatever
👾 -- 🍆 -- 🌳 -- 🎈 -- 💛 -- 😺 -- 👹 -- 🌏 -- 🐊 -- 🌂 -- 🕺 -- 🚕 -- 🎄 -- 🐝 -- 🍧