I was enjoying a picnic,
When the wind came up.
It blew my napkin,
And rolled my cup.
It ruined the nice place
That I had set,
However, there's one thing
I'll never forget-
The wind switched direction,
And flipped my plate.
Yes, the wind slapped it,
Twice in my face!
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