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Mask poetry poem

I was searching through my dark and dusty attic. I found four masks covered in cobwebs; one scarlet, one navy, one green and one violet.

I wore the red mask and saw lion’s roaring and the sound of flames filled with rage.

I wore the blue mask and saw the Pacific Ocean, I heard the amazing sound of whales.

I wore the green mask and saw grass and heard the sound of crickets hoping threw threw the air.

Lastly, I wore the violet mask and saw beautiful purple roses and heard the sound of a nice, calm breeze.

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