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Whose pot is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives her pot a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The pot is light, cute and deep, But she has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from her gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in her head, She eats her jam...
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