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Never believe

In the land of Never believe, I saw a shy looking girl crouched like a tiger, avoiding the watchful eyes of a hunter.

In the land of Never believe, there was a crowd of busy people waiting to board the bus like sardines in a gigantic silver tin.

In the land of Never believe, there was an assembly but, they realised it was break time so they hurried to the playground like speedy foxes chasing a chicken.

In the land of Never believe, it was art class so they had to paint a human stickman but, their art work told a thousand stories that whispered for generations.

In the land of Never believe, there were road works so they had to wait but, 2 hours later they still hadn’t moved like pigs stuck in the mud, we waited in the congested street for something to let us past.

In the land of Never believe, I saw a respectful boy who was holding his pencil that danced along the page when he was writing a letter.

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