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The girl sat on the swing,
Hoping to one day have wings,
The crickets and cicadas were far to strange,
To give them any names,

The girl ran away,
From the strange noises,
To go play games,
Or maybe hide in the hay,

The girl jumped over the fence,
For the city made no sense,
To be cramped and crowded,
It would be far too tense,

The girl ate fresh strawberries,
And peacans all day.
Until the sunshine fade away,
With a little bit of rain,

The girl slept well,
While she fell under a spell,
A dream came to be,
But what could it mean?

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Written by- Dakotahstacy3

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