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In a pond far away, where the lilies do play,Lived a baby swan, so fluffy and gay.With feathers so white, like a cloud in the sky,This little cygnet caught every eye. His beak was so tiny, his feet paddle-pat,As he followed his mama, just like that!Quacking with glee, in his own little way,He danced on
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The hollow drum of rain upon the pane,A ceaseless dirge upon a city’s soul,Mocks the scant warmth within this tired domain,Where shadows writhe and memories take their toll. The clock, a metronome of hollow ticks,Measures the vast expanse of empty days,Sunlight, a stranger, paints the dusty bricksIn pallid hues, then fades in twilight’s maze. Through
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In pixels and bytes, a world unfolds,Where the gamer’s tale is bravely told.With controller in hand, they navigate,Through realms of wonder, where dreams await. From dawn till dusk, they immerse in play,In virtual realms, they find their way.Their avatar dances, in quests untold,As the gamer’s spirit, fearless and bold. They conquer dungeons, they scale the
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In black depth, where darkness creeps,There lies a soul, where sorrow sleeps.A tragic figure, lost in the night,Haunted by memories, dimming his light. Through bleak and barren fields he roams,Where echoes of cheers have turned to moans.A specter of passion, once bright and bold,Now trapped in a tale, so grimly told. With every kick, a
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In a pond so serene, where the lilies dance green,Two swans waltzed in grace, a sight to be seen.With feathers so white, like the clouds in the sky,They glided together, oh my, oh my! Their necks curved in arcs, like a perfect bow,As they swam hand in hand, or rather, wing in wing, you know.With
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Oh Phoenix, wings of flame,Kissed by fire, you ain’t the same.Cradled once in verdant nest,Now a pyre, a fiery test. Don’t you cry, don’t you shed a tear,In that inferno, strength appears.Ashes whisper, embers glow,Seeds of change begin to sow. From the dust, a tremor starts,A beating heart in broken parts.Muscles tense, a mighty push,From
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On fields of green, where willows sway,Men don their whites, come what may.With bats in hand and stumps arrayed,A timeless ritual, a masquerade. Yet as I watched with curious eye,The game unfurled, beneath the sky.A puzzle vast, with rules untold,A labyrinth of strategies bold. At first, a chaos, a tangled scene,Where runs and wickets held
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In realms of lore, where shadows creep,And whispers weave, where heroes sleep,There lies a land of ancient tale,Where dragons soar and kingdoms frail. Within this world of Dungeons deep,Where magic flows and secrets keep,Adventurers bold, with hearts aflame,Embark on quests to claim their fame. Through forests dense and mountains high,They journey forth beneath the sky,With
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The king of the sprawl in my fuzzy embrace,Submerged within the cushions as if a comfy armchair mace.Chips at my side,Remote as my guide,I rule the pixels and snacks and have at last found my place.
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