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FANS
Look at the fan,
Moving like tyres of a van.
It moves in a way so round,
Rolling on ceiling or ground.
It spreads the air,
Here and there.
It is in unique shades,
It has sharp and flat blades.
It is usually in colour white,
It even blows air in night.
It's like, they are living,
And air is what they are giving.
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