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Her fingers were crayons,
pens and brushes she spoke in coughs and spurts and gushes she spat out rhymes and cryptoquotes till some one sang the face she wrote and named their child that shade of read and cloned the colors in her head! Wahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! It's true!that's what real good readers do.
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