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My Found Poem

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A hand digs.
A hand tags.
Then Nigel tells
A gnat to go die.
Neil tans.
Neil’s dog tans.
The gnat goes to tan too.
I do not tan.
I neal on a hat.
I dented the hat.
I delight the tanned gnat
On the hat
The dented hat.
Neil tans too long.
Neil dies.
Neil’s gone.
Nigel eats the gnat.
I eat Nigel .
Neil’s dog eats I.
Neil’s dog eats Glade.
Neil’s dog dies.





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