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My friend the wind has been still for days.

My old foe the sun has been bright since i could remember.

My nervous gal the moon has been hiding.

My insecure pal the leaf is cracking at the seams.

My gentle creature the rain drop is not the same anymore.

My little saint the snake means no harm.

My obnoxious jerk the tomato is on its way.

My crooked crook the candle is leaning the wrong way again.

My foul mouthed pecker head the parrot never listens.

My dismal onion for a wife just told me to go to bed.

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