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Chocolaty Clair

Chocolaty Clair

Dressed pretty in style with her brown curly hair,
sweet chocolaty scent lingering in with the air.
Cheeks shimmer like peach, a soft summer glow,
all colors allure like the perfect rainbow.

With her bunny named Sprig along for the ride
huddled under her arm with his fluffy fur dyed,
down each neighborhood street as she hums her fine tune,
every child on the block knows she'll bring them eggs soon.

They'll see yellow and pink, sometimes purple and green,
with bright bouncing curls leaving trails where she's been.
There's an assortment of color, a soft cotton cloud,
an explosion of chocolate that reaches the crowd.

Sweet sugar to taste bursting sticky like glue,
and a grin on each face holding wrappers of blue.
It's a scene of delight springing upward with flair,
just like cocoon bouncing out of her hair.

Dressed pretty in style, bunny under her arm,
with an Easter Egg adding some chocolaty charm,
as she hums her fine tune down each neighborhood street,
it'll be Chocolaty Clair, with the sweetest of treat.
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