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A pretty, purple peacock,
on a super gloomy day. Buried in his feathers, for he doesn’t want to play. Waiting for the sun to shine, to get something to eat. For now he’s standing in the dirt, and burying his little feet. His feathers are so beautiful, when open far and wide. People love to look at him, whenever he’s outside. This pretty, purple peacock, today is sad and blue. The people have all gone away, for his home is at the zoo. Tomorrow is another day, and the sun is due to shine. The pretty, purple peacock, I surely wish was mine.
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