When we are outside,
They're are bugs all over me.
Why don't you see them?
In the quiet room.
A note is passed to the boy.
Nothing else is heard?
Three willows are here.
Two willows are unwinding.
Two willows are not.
Frogs in the small lake
Together are making it
Seem like the ocean.
Wombats that don't sleep
Are often the ones that try
To shoot at the hares.
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