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This is a poem
I wrote about home
It is Zeneth Street
We do not grow wheat
‘cause this is not a farm
Don’t even have a barn
If I had a tower
I would sing flowerpower
I’d chew on the grass
I’d make stuff with glass
No, I do not live on a farm
No, we do not have a barn.
I can ryhm
‘cause I’ve got the time
- Rock Chik Rox
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