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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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;
......