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The Sky
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unknown author
Whyville Poet |
The sky's blue and windy
The sky's bad with berries
So the sunrise is bright and reary
So my heart makes it, very
The ice is spingtime silver
The sky is blue and cold
So the colour comes along with you
Purple, pink, red and blue brings all the colours back to you!
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A Place Called Home
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KiMmErS
Whyville Poet |
There was a place
Where I was meant to be,
A wonderful place to be happy and free.
It was a beautiful place,
With a bunch of smiling face.
It had a sweet smell
And a deep well.
It was the perfect place,
Just for me,
Because that place
Is called... Home.
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