Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
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Daisy Bell lived in the fruitful countryside, eldest of three siblings;
Like a lemony day just ended, and jet night, of red sky beginnings.
So close to her parents and siblings, like scent clinging to flowers,
She loved living sweet country life, of gold, sunlit, treasured hours.
Redbirds sang about high-rise life, in trees, with blooms, crowded;
Where rooster crows noted cool dawn, and red mists ehshrouded.
Daisy Bell was in love with John, a mechanic who had big dreams;
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Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
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Betty Botter had a bewitching smile, like the brief, rainbow, sparkling;
And she was barely twelve years old, at the twilight of blue starlings.
She was a ray of gleaming sunshine, to those fortunate to know her,
All giggles and little girl charm, like today, evoking how once we were.
Betty lived in a pretty, quiet town, with her parents and three siblings;
Where redbird everyday had his say, on a street of fine, old dwellings.
Fuchsia dawn was so fresh and forward, eyelashes still fringed in night,
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Amy's family moved to the north, for Father's business was relocating;
Like four distinctly, beautiful seasons, caused by a blue world, rotating.
Her brothers and sisters, like Amy, loved the delights of southern life;
Such as going barefoot and tire swings, and noon's buttery sun strife.
Still, the change was so exciting, like mulberry light of stars, twinkling.
They reached the addresss in autumn, when red leaves were wrinkling.
Faces of friends were very new, like the lime zest, fresh rain, just fallen;
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Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
......
Daisy Bell lived in the fruitful countryside, eldest of three siblings;
Like a lemony day just ended, and jet night, of red sky beginnings.
So close to her parents and siblings, like scent clinging to flowers,
She loved living sweet country life, of gold, sunlit, treasured hours.
Redbirds sang about high-rise life, in trees, with blooms, crowded;
Where rooster crows noted cool dawn, and red mists ehshrouded.
Daisy Bell was in love with John, a mechanic who had big dreams;
......
Angelica was thirteen years old, and 8th grade graduation was nearing;
Like scarlet lilies and the song of blue jays, just ahead, in grassy clearing.
Her school would be having its celebration, in orange excitement days;
And her family would all be attending, everyone lost in happiness haze!
Angelica's school would also hold an assembly, with talk of high hopes;
And their principal and many others would speak, like acorns, to tall oaks!
Her friends found themselves elated, too, for they'd graduate, together;
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Sally Ann had long yearned for a dog, as smoky desert longs for rain.
Sally Ann was nearly twelve years old, like noontides of glossy refrain.
She lived out in the pretty country, with both parents, an only child;
And waked daily to robin singing, on the lanes where sun first smiled.
She was happy and a bright student, like the caramel stars, twinkling;
On the edge of the summer solstice, when onyx night's still lingering.
Friendly feet, on fuchsia days, ran fleetly, as they joined in joyful races,
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Happy Jasmine was twelve years old, and she was constantly prattling;
Like beauty stains of twilight skies, on gone, maroon sun, are tattling.
Jasmine liked the sound of her own voice, like redbirds in their youth;
And repeated things she had heard, without first verifying their truth.
Like the coming flash sale she'd heard of, that had already happened,
To which those told, arrived in frustration, enthusiasm soon slackened!
Jasmine and stylish friends found lots to talk of, in a fabulous summer;
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