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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2138722

children's poem

Acorns

Acorns falling to the ground land on the soft moist grass
I scramble and scramble to pick them up but, they fall to fast
I wish I was an acorn and I wore a little cap
So when my mommy would sit under the tree I would fall down in her lap.

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