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On the island of Joy

On the island of Joy,

I felt something warm and toasty coming from the whispering winds.

 

On the island of Joy,

I found gold-coins laying in the goey marshmallow spread that were as sticky  as slime sticking on your clean hands that were making them dirty.

On the island of Joy,

I smell roses coming from the field of contente that were sweeter than a sweet fizzing in your mouth.

 

 

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