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Friday 8 June 2018

Winter Poetry




I see freezing frost on the cold floor



I see the hot sun rising




I feel like my whole body is a block of ice




I hear pretty birds chirping 




I see cotton candy in the sky




I see skinny and crooked trees




I taste icy frost on my tongue




I can hear children screaming for an awesome and epic soccer game




I feel the strong wind hitting my face




I see the hottest object shining bright in my eyes




I feel ghost fog coming from the cold floor splashing through my body 


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