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Liam McCabe

You are the sound of  footsteps crunching on leafs.

You are the sound of raindrops landing in a puddle.

You are the smell of out of date chocolate.

You are the smell of factory smoke in the sky.

You are the taste of a doghnut with strawberrys on top.

You are the taste of a big burnt cake.

You are the memory of a grandad from the war.

You are the memory of world war 2.

You are the sight of angryness.

You are the coldness of ice sliping through the sky like the wind.

You are the feel of a beanbag.

You are the end of a big football match.

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