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Fire

by Firey, a poem.

I like fire,

it is cool.

it is cooler,

than a pool.

Wind

by Leafy, an acrostic poem.

Why do leaves blow in the wind?

I don't know why.

Nay, might be because their weight,

Dead leaves will not die.

(sorry, this is dumb...)


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