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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.

 

 

On the island of joy

On the island of Joy,

There are mountains of thankfulness as big as a skyscraper climbing to the top.

On the island of Joy,

I could hear the field of contente swaying its flowers gently.

On the island of Joy,I tasted midnight snack that were hidden secretly in the treehouse of delight.

On the island of Joy,

I ate caramel drizzel coming from the river of cheer.

On the island of Joy,

there were fields of luck as green as freshly cut grass.

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.