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The Mysterious, Magical Poem by Amelia T.

 

In the room of spicy kitchens,

The oven grill exploded and burnt the walls.

 

In the room of clouds,

I leaped to cloud to cloud.

 

In the room of hard footballs,

Your energy loses because all you do is kick footballs.

 

In the room of burning electricity,

I got electrocuted.

 

In the room of of furious bunny,

They hopped ragingly.

 

In the room of moons,

The moon was as bright as a burning sun.

 

In the room of diarys,

I read everyone’s secrets.

 

In the room of chocolate,

It melted so I swam in it contentedly.

 

In the room of Spinning planets,

Mars exploded by the sun.

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