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Apr 2014
Poison Ivy
Not to be mixed up with poison Oak
Thriving to irritate the human skin
Leaving people with days of a red itchy rash
So abundant and lively
Berries white, run on fright
A red vained plant of pure torture
Three leaves, let it be
Poison Ivy
Written by
Anna Vanneste
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