Refrigerator Poetry

I got a box of magnetic words for my birthday. It was the "for kids" version, so the vocabulary is limited; even moreso the punctuation. Still...


a fat green cow in springtime
twirls smartly in the sky
do hand me up that magic ball
she tells the butterfly


follow where sister bubble once flew
whispering slowly to her cat


I see


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