Magnetic Furs
Playing with Magnet
It's my habit
My pen always has a magnet
Sticking to it's pocket
Through the woods I run
Having so much fun
My buddy magnet
Not leaving my side
Catching all the iron fur
As a feed
To my magnet sheep
Iron furs don't leap
At the end of the day
They sleep on hay
I want to keep them forever with me
Copyright © Shreya Sarpangala | Year Posted 2021
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