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Yvettas Harp
Yvetta entered the forest quietly, barely making a noise.
She saw some pixies and elves getting out mischievous toys.
They noted her harp and wondered what she was about.
One of them made a tiny squeak, to them, probably a shout.
Yvetta sat down next to a cove on the roots of an oak.
Her melodious harp playing was serious, in no way a joke.
Within a few notes, a catfish swam down to listen.
Water stirred up by guppies, soon began to glisten.
Before the concert was finished she had butterfly and snail.
Hummingbird, frog, opossum and a raccoon with a hurt tail.
Weasel showed up along with a handsome white unicorn.
A snake slithered by asking if they had a French horn.
Turtles and faeries came along with brownies wearing tan.
A fawn showed up with white spots, along with rat from Japan.
Yvetta was thrilled that so many were excited with her sweet harp.
She played wonderful notes said butterfly, none of them sharp.
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Caren Krutsinger
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