It was a stormy winters night,
Lightning crackled in the sky.
He entered the abandoned house that sent a shiver down his spine.
Tom peered round while creeping round the house,
”HELLO”, His voice echoed.
The door creaked open for a split second then slammed shut.
You are a beautiful number 1 stretching as high as a giraffes neck reaching up to eat leaves from the fresh green juicy trees.
You are a spectacular, ripe apple as red as Rudolph the reindeers nose.
You are the impossibility of easy and impossible, fresh and unripe, fun and boring.
You are the tastiest smell of all, people walk past you and might as well come and pay all their money to catch a whiff.
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