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Growth

by Sylvious

Sylvious A short poem about Pokemon
A story begins
like no other,
as a trainer says goodbye
to their mother.
The wild grass swerves
in the bright presence of the sun
the professor asks if he had Pokemon
... But he had none.
As he picks his 'mon
he sees the one,
a little Charmander
that wants to have fun.
That "he" is you
starting your journey,
but little did you know
you would win the tourney.
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