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Dinner was no different,
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I had . . . I had to S-N-E-E-Z-E. TERCET
I looked up at the kitchen wall

and saw three lines in . . . peas.

The ditty that I wrote that night
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was delectable and meaty.

I inked with marker on my toes,
a new kind of gra-FEET-i.

FEET

29 My feet—
they can’t stay still.
They are always moving
to some cool rhythm I hear
in my head.
CINQUAIN

ditty A ditty is a song or poem that is
short and cheerful.

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