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Poem: ABC Poem

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A
Bird was
Chirping
Down by the tree.
Every shining, fluffy
Feather was full of
Glitter, as it sat by the bird
House
In the tree.
Just the sound of the bird, and the
Kitten who was sitting next to my
Leg, purring. It was almost
Midnight, and
No
One was making a noise.
Peace,
Quiet,
Resting,
Sounds of
The
Universe. The bird’s chirp sounded like
Violins and
Wind flutes, along with
Xylophones.
Yes, I would listen to the song for ever, but the bird
Zoomed away.

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