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Jars
Jam-jar mobile homes
For tiddlers as a kid,
I speculated in vain
Whither went the lid
Sweet student summer
Molten and strawberry
Castor candy foundry
Damson, grape, cherry
Blanched fruit in drums
Pectin sugar and colour,
Without which your jam
Would look much duller
Buff overalls crisply caked
Treacly crystallised hair,
Boss boilers wielding...
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