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Locked Within a Bottle?
It was a great day for a stroll. I chose the beach for it relaxes me. Up the beach I strolled, when a bottle I found. By chance I found this bottle while on patrol. Was this a prize delivered by the sea? Did it possess a message that would astound? Alas, I read the note. I was enthralled by the missive. I took to heart that wondrous memo. I returned note to bottle and set it afloat It seemed just to be dismissive. Returning the bottle and note set me aglow.
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