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There Esther dug a deep hole and I wrote.

I’m a good writer because I think a lot and

there are lots of words inside me.

“Huh! Poems!” said Esther. She sweated,

and the sun shone, and birds sang in the

bushes.

We buried the bumblebee in the black hole.

We planted our seeds. We made a circle of

red and yellow flowers.

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