There once was a grandfather clock
Who didn't have time for tick-tock
Beginning at dawn
Get off of my lawn!
And frightened the kids on the block
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
