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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