Snow day
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typewriter poem
One day, a young girl walked into a seaside meadow.
The sky was clear and could be compared to a robin's egg,
It was her favorite color,
Her mother said it matched her eyes.
One day, a young girl walked into a seaside meadow.
The sky was clear and could be compared to a robin's egg,
It was her favorite color,
Her mother said it matched her eyes.
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