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On my way homešŸ 

I met a woman called Winter,

her hair was blue,white and silky,

Her hands were as cold as Antarctica,

She sang like a bird to me

As the beautiful snowflakes fell on the slippery

Groundā€¦Ā Ā Ā Ā 

 

I met a boy called Joy,

His hair was brown with yellow stripes,

His eyes were a beautiful emerald green,

Which were as green as grass ,

His smile made my day even better as he

Quietly whispered ā€œhello, what’s your name?ā€…

 

I met a man called Hazel

His hair was green and a pretty brown,like a tree,

And his hair was a beautiful brown

He calmly walked up to me and asked

ā€œHello,What is your name,what are you doingĀ 

Here aloneā€.His voice was really soft,

He smiled at me and walked offā€¦

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I met a girl called Amethyst,

Her hair was a pretty violet,

And her eyes were the same too,

She was gazing at all the trees…

 

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