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Gummytoes waddled out of his old red pipe
and sat in the soft breeze. He breathed in
the scent of damp grass, and a deep orange sun
warmed his skin.
He eyed a dragonfly that buzzed past.
Somewhere in the treetops a bright robin warbled
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