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Feb 2013
I was walking down the street,
When something fell at my feet.

A slip of paper
A crumpled thing.

Crinkled and ruffled,
It flew away in the wind.

Iā€™m running out of things to say.

I think this the extent of my rhyming skills.
Kenzie Delong
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Kenzie Delong
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