Dear Mr. Gump,

You say, "Life's like a box of chocolates.
You never know what you will get."
Well, Mr. Gump, I'm warning you,
"You do not want to make that bet."

If life were like a box of chocolates,
I'd squish 'em all beneath my thumb.
'Cause then I'd know what I was gettin'.
I wouldn't bite an awful one.

I'd gobble up the caramels
and leave those nasty cremes alone.
So life ain't like a box of chocolates.
Sorry, Mr. Gump! You're wrong.

Sincerely,

SCOTSIRISHLASSIE
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