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Rachel Abel Poem
Kettle, Pond, Lake
The kettle is boiling,
It’s cold outside,
Making myself warm,
By drinking some tea.
I look through the window,
I see the ducks,
They swim in the pond,
Aren’t they cold?
I decided to go out for a walk,
Discovering wonderful nature,
I sit beside the lake,
Thinking of all the wonderful things the world has done.
Copyright © Rachel Abel | Year Posted 2018
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