Easter Egg
Yum Yum Yum.
Here the chocolate crunch, here the the chocolate brake.
Yum Yum Yum.
I feel sick, I fell ill, I think I've eaten too much.
Yum Yum Yum
I ned more, I see more, Should I risk it or should I not.
Yum Yum Yum
I think, I think, I think, I think
Bleugh
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poem by Bethany Ford
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Working of the wind
Wind doesn't always topple trees
and shake houses to pieces.
Wind plays
all overwoods with weighty ghosts,
in swing in thousands
sinsing from ever branch.
Wind doesn't always rattle windows
and push, push at walls.
Wind whistles
down curl de sacs and wrorries,
dry leaves and newspappers to leap
and curl like kite tails.
Wind dosen't anways
dry out sweaty shirts and blouses.
Wind scattters
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poem by Bethany Ford
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