You are a poem

You are 7 looking up in the sky like a pink flamingo dancing in the safari ,

the glow of the bright sun set fading into the horizon ,

the spikes in the pineapple patterning the delicious fruit,

the tree shading the giraffes,

the crisp autumn morning ,smelling the nice fresh bread.




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