I went berry picking,
For a reason,
I don't know why.
I knew the sun was bright,
And the clouds were large.
I couldn't figure it out,
I said with a sigh.
But just as I,
I plucked a few berries,
I realized,
That it was for the pleasure,
Of picking,
I surmised.
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