On the way home I met a girl called snow she had skin as frosty as ice she was sticking a pointy cat into a snowman’s face.
on the way home I met a boy called fire the tips of his hair was orange as a flame he was getting a firefighter costume on.
on the way home I met a lady called autumn her eyes were as multicoloured as fallen leaves she had a basket and was collecting acorns
On the way home I met a girl called snow she had skin as frosty as ice she was sticking a pointy cat into a snowman’s face.
on the way home I met a boy called fire the tips of his hair was orange as a flame he was getting a firefighter costume on.
on the way home I met a lady called autumn her eyes were as multicoloured as fallen leaves she had a basket and was collecting acorns
On the way home I met a girl called snow she had skin as frosty as ice she was sticking a pointy cat into a snowman’s face.
on the way home I met a boy called fire the tips of his hair was orange as a flame he was getting a firefighter costume on.
on the way home I met a lady called autumn her eyes were as multicoloured as fallen leaves she had a basket and was collecting acorns
Over grown purple plant covers a hearth .
Ancient mouldy wood with a chestnut and fawn door .
Cobalt roof looking new but rusty hinges looking old.
Beaten up window boarded up.
Lonely and forgotten only a pot a friend.
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