Little tabby cat,
Won't you leave the snakes alone?
They eat up the slugs!
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Gray-and-ebon geese,
Honking like bicycle horns,
Leave a pungent mess.
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pale green sprouting peas
creeping through the fragrant soil
delicate and frail
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Fifty-five degrees.
At home it's one hundred ten.
But I shouldn't gloat.
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