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It's by itself, but not alone,
It is here, and then it's gone,
It's brown and green and purple, too,
It can't be seen, it's invisible to you,
It's big and small, square and round,
It digs a hole not in the ground,
It's flat as a ball, heavy as a feather,
It conducts electricity in stormy weather,
It's the bestest friend you've ever hated,
It wouldn't stay if you had waited,
It's all around and never there,
It's an imagination that isn't fair.
- Title: A Poem Called "IT"
- Artist: shikkaba
- Description: You either know or you don't.
- Date: 12/14/2008
- Tags: poem called
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