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Another poem about returning a gift. . . |
| I love the way it buzzes I love the way it hums I love the way it lights up in my pack In spite of all this love, I'm going to take it back. I love the pretty colors. The red and green are neat I love the way the outside's painted black. In spite of all this love, I'm going to take it back. I suppose I love the thought I love the way it glows. I love how adding water makes it fizz. In spite of all this love, I've no clue what it is. 15 lines |