South Loop Poetry Club
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I feel free
Squirrels favorite snack
I eat my greens and burp often
Moon is very bright
Full of nature
I hear wolves howling at me
Unique in its own way
Flower, tree
Dirt gets between the
bottom of my shoes
Fields full of lilies
Little golden clouds
Winter trunk of the
fig tree
In the daytime
they flourish
I hear a sound
and dance around
wry quips given significance
by their spotlighting.
Unknown Person
I am a dog
must be taken from pre-existing text
Always has my back
She is Emo
Bugs should be loved, yes!
she is Dark
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