" Tell me a story,"
says Flamingo's child,
About the shrimp,
that turned grandpa pink,
About the white flamingos,
that never turned pink,
About the big shrimp,
that live in Flamingos Paradise,
About why you sleep on one leg,
is that why you don't have a bed?
Something nice,
to make me sleepy.
I like how you wrote a poem about flamingos.
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