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Poem, Poem, I am writing a poem.
Of the pretty trees, and the leaves.
How beautiful they are, in this world so bizzare.
Just go take a peek, of mother natures creek.
There are animals and blue skies, and many butterflies.
From the first time I actually looked, Forever and ever I became hooked.
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My dad is crying because he knows
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