There exists a girl
With a golden curl
Which she likes to twirl
And her name is Pearl
A boy stood near, transfixed
He reached out with his fist
To grab her curl betwixt
But of course, he missed
Silly poem I don't know why I wrote it.
With a golden curl
Which she likes to twirl
And her name is Pearl
A boy stood near, transfixed
He reached out with his fist
To grab her curl betwixt
But of course, he missed
Silly poem I don't know why I wrote it.
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