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The lovely poem

I want to paint the sight of ecstatic ,grey penguins sliding noisily down a slope. I want to paint the delicate, delicious pancakes sizzling in the oven. I want to paint the blazing, shimmering sunbeam coming from out of space.  I’ve decided to paint glinting, glistening lampposts lighting up the ghostly,gloomy  night .

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