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Gymnast

We are clouds that walk
We learn to wip like a tip
We all know how to talk
We learn to flip
We learn a new trick
We love to compete
We learn to stick
We all go to a meet
We wink at the judge
We are never quiet
We all can have fudge
We never quit
We love what we do
We think you should too

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