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The Mysterious Poem By Vincent Tran

In the room of lunch,

I ate until my tummy got huge.

 

In the room of puppies,

They all raged over me.

 

In the room of flying hoverboards,

I rode until I crashed.

 

In the room of superior books,

I decided to read.

 

In the room of water bottles,

I did a cap flip.

 

In the room of salt,

I stung my fragile, precious eyes.

 

In the room of beds,

I rested my sleepy, tired head.

 

In the room of perfect football,

I shot the ball into action.

 

In the room of gaming PC’s,

I was ecstatic that I won.

 

In the room of sweets,

I ate too much and went bonkers.

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