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May 2012 · 509
Dance
I will never be a professional dancer
I will never know how to do the splits
I will never be on dancing with the stars
But I'll always love to dance
May 2012 · 1.4k
Five sense poem
Winter is white and gray
It tastes like a snow cone
It sounds like a blizzard
And smells like fire wood
It looks like white fluffy marshmallows
It makes you feel free

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