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The grass gets taller each year Anna. ;-) Thank-you for reading and here how it looks:

I wrote a poem, 
about tall grass; last year, 
I just re-read it. It’s really awful. 
Now, I’m depressed 
and will 
probably sulk the rest of the day. 
(lol — but not really).
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