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Remember Them Well

The twigs resented being called kids,
For to steal from rabbits was a start.
Then they repelled and attracted
Due to laws of nature.
I found a force in the district of the clouds
And trees to remember them well.
I saw a channel of water far too blessed
And divine, like fright and nature of a high sort.
The smell of the stars became a torrent,
To excel and dismay.

One conducted a crime, a little afraid of shells,
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