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A POEM...OR A RIDDLE?
Are you ready for a riddle
about the Trolls who play in the middle
of the meadow grass most tall and green
and try so hard to not be seen?
They love to play, just play and play,
all morning and throughout the day!
They run and hide and wiggle
and make the grass leaves jiggle.
When they've gotten lost - every single one,
finding them, for most, is an awful lot of fun!
And when finally the shadows fall
and evening time is here,
a bubble bath awaits them all,
and a bedtime story dear.
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