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The Strange Roomed House, By Charlie B

In a room of doors,

I went spreading breadcrumbs on the floors.

In the room of clouds,

I had trouble not drifting of in the shrouds.

In a room full of vines,

I was climbing and it smelt like pines.

In one room with lots of birds,

I could use so many words.

This room was overflowing with rainbows,

Coming through lots of windows.

I came into a room with many trees,

I sat under the canopy which frees.

And I came across to the last room which was full of jelly,

I sat and feasted I came to the door very happy.

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