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Imagination
I found some paper,
some string, and some glue,
I sat down to see
what with it I could do.
I cut and glued
and cut some more,
While my creation grew
all across the floor.
My Mom came in
I asked “WHAT IS IT, CAN YOU GUESS?”
She said
“it looks to me like a really big mess!”
JRS © 2-12-00
The "Okie" Poet
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