A Dancing Puddle.

A dancing puddle,

In the middle of the street,

Was very happy.

For that day no one had bothered to take a splash in it.

The puddle was happy until the afternoon,

When suddenly a dog came and jumped in it twice.

The puddle felt disheartened,

It couldn’t believe its luck,

But no one disturbed it anymore,

So it remained calm and cool

And the next day the puddle was filled up.


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