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The wind ripples like
A bubbling ocean wave-
A popsicle, brain-freeze
Feeling that tickles your
Thigh and shivers
Your petra spirit.
An icicle cannot lose
Its stance until the
Snowdrifts' peppered tears
Shoot and sting
Sharp fluffy wounds.
They will impose summer
Rain on the dragon-lillies
And pine nettles-
Melting.
i vote this one for one to send to your teacher :)
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