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my best poem
My worst poem
The forgotten Easter egg
The Easter egg
Tiny and plump lies in
The grass drenched and soggy,
The paint is breathtaking but is vanishing, still waiting to be found lies in the grass still vv forgotten until the spring rain washes
It all way the poor forgotten
Easter egg
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