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Peeping Leaf!
Flapping along thru d windows,
The wind blew around the meadows,
Teasing old yellow paper in a swish,
Reminding me of a long buried wish.
Like small and big ants,
Somewhere straight and somewhere slants,
Along with every fine line,
The old book I proudly call mine.
#WritcoPoemPrompt103
As you read through a well-kept book, you will come across some thoughtful sagas and fascinating trivia that will entirely feed your mind. Create a poem in response to this.
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