Best Poem of Zachary Hale

There once was a baby that cried,
He cried 'cause he wanted a ride,
so he jumped on the back of a dog,
but he fell off as hard as a log,
got flustered, tongue twisted, and tied. . . .
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Ode To The Wind Of A Fan
The sound of a fan,
So gentle, so cool on your hand,
Without you the room would be hot,
To turn you off I surely could not.

You air out the room,
More complex than a broom,
You spin, you spin, and you spin,
and you blow, blow all your wind. . . .
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