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The distance of the poem

Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem.
Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem.
Distance of the poem
I want to paint the smell of diesel hanging in the air after a V10 McLaren DB sport sprints down the M6 as fast as Usain Bolt.
I want to paint the taste of a long missed chicken tikka masala from f2go on the corner of Alder Drive.
I want to paint the sound of the jubilant party crowds streaming through like a parade as England finally lift the glorious world cup after a long 56 year wait.
I want to paint the happiness of a baby dolphin playing excitedly in the warm Carabine sea as the day melts into night.
I want to paint the Eifel Tower towering, tall as the snow and frost nibble at it’s stilts.
I want to paint a stormy blue V8 Lamborghini hurricane racing into a orangey, red sunset in the Italian Rivera.
I want to paint the taste of a double chocolate glazed doughnut with sprinkles from spar across from the barbers and the chemist.
I want to paint the beauty of Raphael’s school of Athens masterpiece.
I want to paint the distance of the apple falling from the ground when Isaac Newton discovered gravity.
I want the paint a zealous zebra sprinting like a SSC Tuatara in the Savanna woodlands.
I want to paint the future of when I first see my children take their first steps.
I want to paint the impossibility of gravity on the moon.
I want to paint the lushes green grass on the mount Snowdon.
I want to paint the distance of the start and end of this poem

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