A poet of house
In the room of footballs, I clicked my fingers and all of a sudden i was in a kit playing football.
In the room of snow, I woke up with ice falling from the tip of my nose.
In the room of meat, I woke up to a chicken running around making a loud noise.
In a room of a surprise, I clicked my fingers and out of know where 100 gifts appeared.
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