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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