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Bear


As she pulled out her chair

The wind caught her hair

Soft and steady was the air 

As her locks flowed without care 

Gazing at the ongoing fair

And snacking on a green pear

Suddenly came an angered bear

Yet she couldn’t help to stare 

The creature seemed not to scare

The bear then walked over there

But he ended up in a snare

 

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