poetry for kids

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There are one girl I hate
She’s poor and pity
No endurance

The girl with barren fate
She always cries like kitty
Entangled in her threads

She’s not the one who state
She runs and jumps 'round city
Of bare walls and cankered beds [heads]
Guess where's the city

[And who’s the girl]

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