Page 45 - Navya Poem
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MYSTERY MAN
I think of the mystery man,
I saw him sitting in a van.
He threw a soft drink can,
though it was a ban.
He was wearing a hat.
He was going to his flat.
He also had a cat,
brown-eyed hanging as a bat.
He liked to play volleyball,
smashing hard when he was tall.
In the month of fall,
his size decreased, turning small!
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