When i was walking home i met a boy called a anger he had his fist clenched up in a fist and slowly his

dark eye browse lowered down in the boiling sun.

i was walking home and i met a girl called  summer she had shiny hair like the gleaming sun she wore a sunny  yellow dress.

i met a girl called rain her hear was  as grey as a stormy cloud. she  had gleaming depressing eyes like a storm .

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