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Somersault

Somersault, flips and swings like an oar Cup of salt, flings and stings on floor Powder of talc, smoothens all Slides and glides over all Skip, stretch, turn or twist Huff, puff like whist Heart and soul Fly high Hop

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 1/20/2023 10:31:00 AM

Hello Clifford, I see that you have only one comment here. by John Ozemiko. Now I will rea\d your poem. This poem does sound like fun to me. I vision a person enjoying the somersaluts. I like thid poem. My fav. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 1/21/2023 11:19:00 AM

Hello Clifford, You are welcome Clifford. I never judge anyone either about anything. Enjoy your day my friend.

Clifford Villalon
Date: 1/20/2023 3:07:00 PM

Fine with me Miss Darlene. Thank you. I never judge anyone. I don't want to be judged too, because of my sad old past.

John Ozemko

Date: 1/15/2023 1:20:00 PM

Well done. And thank you for stopping by and for being a flirty girl.