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A Tiny Shrub.

A poem

A tiny shrub,

Had grown up in the corner of a garden.

A boy playing with a ball,

Lost his ball in that garden.

He searched and searched but didn’t find it.

It seemed as if earth had devoured his ball.

But the boy found a small toy in the shrub,

And that made up his day.

He was very happy.

Adios!

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