Creat a poem please using this, thank u very much :3 Title of poem: PICKING UP

Written by:

I a few , so
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the is no longer .
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My wakes
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inside its
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and a .
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After a life of ,
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I the .
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It is painted .
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with a of .
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I’ve spent my in a .
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Picking up ,
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will it never end?

Title of poem: PICKING UP after everyone else.

Written by: (your name)

I vacuum a few stairs, so

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the food is no longer scattered.

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My aggravated soul wakes

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inside its firey place

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and yells a name.

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After a life of cleaning,

(verb ending -ing)

I threw the broom.

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It is painted rude

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with a cat of (a name) .

(noun) (plural noun)

I’ve spent my days in a bubble.

(noun) (noun)

Picking up after everyone else,

(adjective) (plural noun)

will it never end?

well, number 1, the 1920s was not economically prosperous until the start of the lend-lease act, which employed large amounts of people in producing equipment for the allies.

b. world war ii is your answer, because wwi had already ended at 1918, and the cold war was after 1945.

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