Pikmin

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    Pikmin

     red,yellow,blue.
    they will never forget you!
    blue,yellow,red.
    time to go to bed.
    blue,red,yellow.
    they are oh,so mellow!
                             
                                               Pikmin

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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