Creat a poem please using this, thank u very much :3 Title of poem: PICKING UP

Written by:

I a few , so
(verb) (plural noun)

the is no longer .
(noun) (adjective)

My wakes
(adjective) (noun)

inside its
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and a .
(verb) (noun)

After a life of ,
(verb ending -ing)

I the .
(verb) (noun)

It is painted .
(adjective)

with a of .
(noun) (plural noun)

I’ve spent my in a .
(noun) (noun)

Picking up ,
(adjective) (plural noun)

will it never end?

Title of poem: PICKING UP after everyone else.

Written by: (your name)

I vacuum a few stairs, so

(verb) (plural noun)

the food is no longer scattered.

(noun) (adjective)

My aggravated soul wakes

(adjective) (noun)

inside its firey place

(adjective) (noun)

and yells a name.

(verb) (noun)

After a life of cleaning,

(verb ending -ing)

I threw the broom.

(verb) (noun)

It is painted rude

(adjective)

with a cat of (a name) .

(noun) (plural noun)

I’ve spent my days in a bubble.

(noun) (noun)

Picking up after everyone else,

(adjective) (plural noun)

will it never end?

it depends on the natural disaster. a good one you can choose are hurricanes. water vapor is the "gas" and warm fronts are the "spark". because of the global warming that humans have caused with green house gases, hurricanes have become more frequent and stronger, making them more dangerous.