You are poem
You are a pug running as fast as the wind
You are a pug spinning in a Loop Hole
You are February without the coronavirus
You are The number 10 without the double digits
You are December with frozen cars
You are a storm without the lightning
you are Charlie without the chocolate factory
You are the roof with out the house
You are the gas about the car
You are the snowman without the carrot nose
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