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When I came home from school.

I met a boy named Summer,

his teeth were a shiny as as the sun,

his eyes were like fire shimmering in the sun light,

his skin sizzled in the hot air.

 

I met a girl called winter,

her eyes were like frosted glitter,

her breath was as cold as ice,

her skin was as soft as snow,

she dances like a snowflake falling from the air.

 

I met a girl called spring,

her hands were as soft as flowers,

her eyes were like newborn trees

her teeth were as hard as trees,

she spoke softy like a butterfly.

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