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a new tree

Hermione said she was going to make a chair of twigs I thought I knew what she meant, but did not at all The chair was different than I had ever seen She had sliced twigs and formed them into a pretty ball. Many came from far and close and even closer to see It was a chair so beautiful, made from twigs of a tree Are they oak or maple? We asked Hermione that day. She said I have no idea, but I’ll make a new chair in May.

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