Bad Poem

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I went to the park

I heard a dog bark

The dog came running up to me

I had to quickly flee

Oh gee

I was scared

White as a ghost

I started to run

Run under the sun

The sun was hot

As hot as something cooking in a pot

Then I stopped

I was tired

I was weak

The dog was still coming after me

I was afraid

But I managed to get away

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