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Sometimes I want to write a poem on sometimes

There is a new answer a tree played for the footballers today.

The sky was a discovered colour not recollected by the writer.

A bee made a straight zoom for my hair.

The jogger jogged without his stick, first time in 6 months.

A parrot flew over him.

A girl found time to listen to an earthworm dig.

Around a bulldozer, there was silence.

Not everything happened here.