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Magical Building by Jessica B

In the room of pencils,

when I spoke I never made a mistake.

 

In the room of hydration,

There were all kinds of drink machines.

 

In the room of flowers,

I got lost in smelly soil.

 

In the room of teddys,

I fell asleep straight away.

 

In the room of laughter,

My eardrums almost popped.

 

In the room of shows,

My eyes turned into squares.

 

In the room of animals,

They all jumped on me.

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