my name is A.Cole
l scare each crow,
that tries to steal;
a harvest meal,
of golden corn.
OH! how will I yearn;
to laugh and share;
instead of scare!
don't fly away.
I hope you'll stay
to put down some line;
that helps me with my rhymes,
this is a brand new end;
please be my friend,
because I'm no more scary!
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