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May 2023
It is summer.
We will take a hammer.
Its weight is bumper.
When empty belly of a camper,
lowered, so there is temper.
Life can always be camber.
The climate is like a chamber.
We must go through its timber.
To find what to satisfy a limber
In the summer, we eat cucumbers.
Cucumber juice is not colored amber.
It is a green liquid in a hamper
If we drink it all along, no more encumber.
Cucumbers are cut, not with a hammer.
A knife slices cucumbers in the summer.
This summer, launder a cucumber.
Make a cucumber juice that is wholesomer.
Eat raw cucumber in the summer.
Drink cucumber juice in the summer.

Safana
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Safana  27/M
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   Cody Smith
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