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POOF

Smoke from a bee smoker, used in beekeeping
Smoke from a bee smoker, used in beekeeping (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poof I appear,
Then I disappear,
But when I reappear,
I still wasn’t there,
I am smoke,
I am a ghost.

Thanks for reading
Richardo Wilson
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