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My dad said there was once a lady Who lived to one hundred and eighty She only ate flies Which she baked into pies But I think this story's a bit shady Limerick

My dad said there was once a lady Who lived to one hundred and eighty She only ate flies Which she baked into pies But I think this story's a bit shady

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Page 1: My dad said there was once a lady Who lived to one hundred and eighty She only ate flies Which she baked into pies But I think this story's a bit shady

My dad said there was once a ladyWho lived to one hundred and eightyShe only ate fliesWhich she baked into piesBut I think this story's a bit shady

Limerick

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Ballad

A winding shroud of snow wraps field and tree, So silent, still, like birds in gliding flightWhose shadows cast with icy wings on seaAnd land, spread restful peace of winter's night

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List

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Pumpkins on Guard

Look at all the pumpkin facesLighting up so many places.

On the porch and in the yard,Pumpkin faces standing guard.

Looking friendly, looking mean,With a smile or with a scream.

Orange faces burning brightIn the cool October night

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Haiku

Dancing with snowballsThey shiver on the white field

Winter is so fun

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AloneShes dying inside

That girl over there

Each day that wanders by

she sits there silently all by herself

she never, never expected him to embarrass her.

Five W

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Definition

Friendship is like the moon and stars,Hanging around togetherWalking across the milky way.

Friendship