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A Neverbelieve poem

In the land of Neverbelieve, I came across Humble Cottage decorated with luscious flowers and luxurious lanterns.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I tasted the fiery spices of a dragon’s wing that made red hot flames burst out of my nostrils.

 

 In the land of Neverbelieve, I stared into the erupting eyes of a Hydra as if they were meteors plummeting down towards the earth’s sacred surface.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I captured the song of a mystical mermaid as she danced through the colourful coral of an endless ocean. 

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I Journeyed through the unforgiving forest like a hawk eyed hunter searching for it’s mouth-watering prey.

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