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from a window...like ants on cream and diamonds in sun... like slopes of cake all covered with fun... like cotton wool fluff and pearly pure tears... like slices of smile and powder soft ears... like coconut crunch and vanilla ice-cream... like clowns with big feet and rainbow sunbeams... like marsh-mellow puffs and patterns of light... like all sorts of things this scene is alright... Joy Weare, 6th August, 2010. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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