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On the way home

I met a boy called Scales

his eyes were red with rage,

claws stretched out like a cat he pierced the prey.

His sharp claws stretched out like long nails

you could hear the piercing noise of Scales roar.

 

I met a girl called Sun

her moods flickered like a torch

Her hair shone a golden brown

and she never settled to sleep.

 

I met a girl called Winter

she twinkled like a star

She only drank hot chocolate

and she never went far.

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