Crystal poem
Go and open the sapphire door,
Blueberries growing,
Blue gems glowing,
0r butterflies dancing.
Go and open the pineapple door,
Maybe you’ll find a banana growing to
Its feet,
Or you’ll find a honey dew lemon being
Eaten by a human.
Go and open the jet black door,
Maybe you’ll find it dripping on art
paper,
Or you’ll find an underground dungeon
Filled with deadly souls.
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