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Blaming a Missing Person

Two small pinwheels once rosy and gay Have faded in the sun, they are now dingy and gray How brilliantly colorful they once were, probably Popping with enthusiasm and joy to some degree Now they are worn, faded, dull, and listlessly dead. I have to blame their owner Mr. McFred He should have brought them in before the snow Wait; he is missing? How did I not know…

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