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Prompt 47 (17th June 2024)
Mathilde in the Mudflats
Meandering through the mudflats
with a feather in her hand
Mathilde remains convinced
that she's rather it was sand
"The colour is so depressing
all cracked and dried, and brown.
And if it floods quite suddenly
I might slip and fall and drown."
Despite this distant danger
she wanders all about
looking for more feathers
and finding one she'll shout
"Another one, another one.
I need more for my plan.
If I can find enough of them
then I can make a fan."
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