Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
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Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
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Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.
Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously;
Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously!
They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls!
As magenta shimmers in twilit moonlight, whilst blue earth revolves.
Polly still believed in fairytales and magic, like many others her age;
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Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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Solomon was born in exuberant springtime, and it was on a Monday.
Proud parents were Gregory and Helen, when now became someday.
They dwelt back in the good old days, in a house not far from town;
But, near enough for work and fun. Like moon, when earth is around.
Solomon was christened at Church of Our Lady, one joyful Tuesday;
And he was three months old. It was a scenic month, of wild bouquet!
As he grew, Solomon was popular, like fiery sunset's fuchsia distress.
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Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
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