The Prize

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It was going to be random

No one knew just when

The day it would appear

The excitement would begin

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To ignite in us daily

Especially weekday morns

The rattling and shaking

Each one of us were torn

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Between having one or two

To ensure we’d be closer

The goal was the end

For the fortunate holder

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Of the subject matter at hand

For daily we would reach

Seeking further for the prize

We couldn’t split between each

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And every one of us

There could only be but one

Finder of the prize in the box

When the cereal was done

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