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On the way home

On the way home I met a large,fire breathing dragon,

Called Ocean with crystal clear eyes,

And rough,leather skin,

Claws as sharp as a dagger,

Scales as bumpy as a road.

 

On the way home I met a girl named sunny,

Her hair shines in the sun,

Her eyes are as bright as a bulb,

She always has a smile on her face,

And she is always joyful.

 

On the way home I met a boy named fire,

He always gets in a mood,

His face rages with lava,

His frown as deep as the ocean,

His happiness slowly decreases every day.

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