A 30 word poem that rhymes but doesn’t make sense

by Florence (Flora Micheals) aged 15

birds fly,
seagulls cry.

pointless pencils,
silver utensils.

falling in love,
one favourite dove.

you are full of glee,
and I’m just glad to be me!

birds fly,
seagulls cry.

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