Chicle (/ˈtʃɪkəl/) is a natural gum traditionally used in making chewing gum and other products. It is collected from several species of Mesoamerican trees in the Manilkara genus, including M. zapota, M. chicle, M. staminodella, and M. bidentata.
The tapping of the gum is similar to the tapping of latex from the rubber tree: zig-zag gashes are made in the tree trunk and the dripping gum is collected in small bags. It is then boiled until it reaches the correct thickness. Locals who collect chicle are called chicleros.
The word chicle comes from the Nahuatl word for the gum, tziktli ([ˈt͡sikt͡ɬi]), which can be translated as "sticky stuff". Alternatively, "chichle" may have come from the Mayan word tsicte. Chicle was well known to the Nahuatl-Aztecs and to the Maya, and early European settlers prized it for its subtle flavor and high sugar content. The ancient word is still used in the Americas, chicle being a common term for chewing gum in Spanish and chiclete being the Portuguese term (both in Brazil and in parts of Portugal). The word has also been exported to other languages such as Greek, which refers to chewing gum as 'tsichla'.
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College campus, mighty minds
A reactor right behind
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I hope there's something there for me
An old man reads the paper loudly everyday now for a year
Stamp machines and wanted posters here again,
again I'm here
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Taking the time to show you care
Write again and thanks again
From the bottom of my heart See you soon and till then
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Shoe glue
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if his shoes are a mess Rock and Roll
I've got a hole
Right in my sole
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And soaking my sock
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Don't wanna see clear
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Like a punch to the face or a kick to the crotch
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If nothing's worrying you that's the key
'cause nothing's worrying me
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