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Who am I?

You are a  flying bird make squeeking noise.

  You are the smell of  duss bid.

  You are the taste  of a hot as a juicy streak

You are the memory  of my  cat jupping of a tabble.

You are  the end of cat jumming of a tabble.

You are

You are a ball of fire flaming in rage.

You are a bubble gum flavoured ice cream dripping away as you melt in the sun.

you are a bat hiding away in the shadows.

You are a bouncy ball left in the rain.

you are a canvas ready to be painted in water colour paint.

Ball of fire

You are a ball of fire

flaming in rage.

You are a bubble gum flavoured ice cream

dripping away as you melt in the sun.

You are a bat

hiding away in the shadows.

You are a bouncy ball

left in the rain.

You are a canvas

ready to be painted in water colour paint