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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. Ballad.
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Limerick 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
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
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 couplet
Haiku Dancing with snowballs They shiver on the white field Winter is so fun
Alone Shes 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
Definition Friendship Friendship is like the moon and stars, Hanging around together Walking across the milky way.