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On the Island of Nature,

I found fiery flowers floating 

above me beside a lovely 

lake. 

 

On the Island of Mischief,

I heard an eerie scream

as loud as sirens coming

from someones vicious

prank.

 

On the Island of Books,

I found a pile of books 

in the colossal library 

closing in on me.

 

On the island of Tiny people,

I saw dirty dwarfs mining in the 

huge echoing caves.

 

On the island of Murder

I saw bottles of blood 

screaming for help.

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