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Tree
I watch them move  They move left and right , back and forth as the wind glides across it wings Its strong, it can stay put as long as no one or nothing tears it down
Art is Boring
  The wind pushes against my window as if it’s aching to get inside 
It Is As Simple As A Pencil
A yellow stick It can perform any trick
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