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I found my form
Swaying in the breeze
Of golden,maple coloured leaves.
As I opened my window to balcony.
In came a bird named Poetry.
A beautiful bird with a beautiful song.
Left a small gift,didn’t stay long.
Out of my window.
It flew out of sight.
I opened the gift on that very same night.
Inside lay a pencil and paper, you see.
and a message ,that read
Love from poetry.

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