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I’m stitched from petals soft as a whisper,
In a hue kissed by peaches at sunset’s glow.
I twirl and I pocket the treasures you find,
With buttons that trail where you dare to go.
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Through summer’s warmth or winter’s chill,
I’m ready for every season’s thrill.
From tiny nesters just turned one,
To those growing tall and full of fun (up to ten!).
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Can you guess what piece might be fluttering into nests this Friday?
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Vxx
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