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GRASS
Grass, grass, grass,
On the ground, in the vase.
It is very green,
full of lovely sheen.
Once I was on the ground,
twirling myself round and round.
I saw a thing like a finger,
growing like small as a ginger..
And bunch of tiny insects,
hiding where grass intersects.
I was so excited and glad,
grass made a velvety pad.
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