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The Room

In the room of anger,

I made dinner with the

Heat coming from my ears.

 

In the room of sadness,

Salty slippery sobbing tears

Dripped down from my face.

 

In the room of happiness

Furniture began to jump up and down

The carpets began to jiggle

Until I walked in then they suddenly stopped.

 

In the room of wealth,

Everything was diamonds

all as money nothing was wood.

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