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Unicorns
Unicorns
Heavy is the tree that weeps
Deep it skins the knees
Runny is the nose that blows
Speedily the river flows
Red are the cheeks that charm
Turnt backs do but harm
Burdened are its sighs
Its leaves subsides
Guitar strings and unicorns
Sprinkled with peppercorns
A delicate delight
Its spark ignite
Marckincia Jean
Rhyme
09/17/19
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Marckincia Jean
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