Fuzz ball like white cotton candy,
Are you feathers of a plump bird perched dainty,
Are you pesky pixies planning a fight,
Or are you petal surrounding the orange bright,
Twirling around trees high,
Whoever you might be,
Gyrating beauty is all we see,
Making dancers of us humans,
Smiling all the way till no remorse remains.
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