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On the island , of inaccuracy everyone had a 

smug grin on their  face when lying.

 

On the island of bunnies , I saw carrot munchers 

Eating delectable, mouth watering carrots.

 

On the banana island , I  saw banana hunters 

eating  savory, fresh picked bananas. 

 

On the gray Island, I saw devilish mice scurrying 

Into buildings and  houses and on the street.

 

On the island of storm, I glanced at the thunder as it was 

Screaming at me.

 

On the island of volcano, I  glared at the ballistic 

Volcano  that was angry as a gorilla.

 

On the island of clouds, I glanced at the terrified clouds as they were crying like a human person.

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