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“If it ain’t
a pleasure,
it ain’t
a poem.”
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― William Carlos Williams
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Elfje:
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read
and write
compose the idea
make the words sing
poetry
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Haiku:
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spring blooms prolific
nature provides the pleasure
melted snow feeds brook
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Poem:
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twinkle, twinkle little star
nursery rhymes written from afar
how I wonder what you are
whose hand was caught in the cookie jar
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star light star bright
does heaven only come out at night
can all of my wishes come true tonight
simple pleasures our souls delight
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hickory dickory dock
everyone ran from the mouse in the clock
so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock
we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul
got lost while out taking an evening stroll
wonder if he knew about the black hole
time out, snack time, chinese spring roll
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And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”
he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe
we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you
and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo
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my pleasure
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ME and the Boss
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