Nap is a break of you every day life.
You are like sweet candies just lit it up.
You are tasting like warm-milk with chocolate chip cookie.
You are sounding like complete silence no noise at-all.
You are feeling like a soft and crazy blanket.
Nap lives inside of you and refreshes you.
Nap is a break of you every day life.
You are like sweet candies just lit it up.
You are tasting like warm-milk with chocolate chip cookie.
You are sounding like complete silence no noise at-all.
You are feeling like a soft and crazy blanket.
Nap lives inside of you and refreshes you.
I want to paint a beautiful bee flying like a bird.
I want to paint a mischievous mountain lion moving around like a fly.
I want to paint a silent snake hissing like a lizard.
I want to paint a tall T. rex with teeth like a tiger.
I want to paint a blue ballon soaring in the sky like a eagle.
I want to paint a light lemon melting in the sun like a ice cream.
I want to paint a cheeky cat jumping like a rabbit.
I want to paint a disobedient dinosaur running like a cheetah.
I want to paint a dazzling daffodils shining like the sun.
I want to paint scarlet strawberries growing like a plant.
Half of the residents think that the luck dragon shouldn’t be here because of the red ones aren’t lucky at all. On the other hand the other half think that they should be here because of the purple ones are very lucky
John found an eerie mansion. In the house the wallpaper was drooping off the rotting wood. The house was desolate except for beds and old furniture. The air tasted like a ten year old bitter lollipop. The smell of the mansion was like chalk on a mouldy chalkboard. John could hear danger all around the house waiting to get him.
John found an eerie mansion. In the house the wallpaper was drooping off the rotting wood. The house was desolate except for beds and old furniture. The air tasted like a ten year old bitter lollipop. The smell of the mansion was like chalk on a mouldy chalkboard. John could hear danger all around the house waiting to get him.
Jays tweet in the trees.
Leaves crunching under my feet.
Acorns on the ground.
Lambs dancing in grass
Chicks are born in the sunshine
Jays tweet in the trees.
The vaguely rustless house is like a rust bucket.
The windows shattered like a majestical magenta mirror bringing seven years of bad luck.
The slated roof on the urge of destruction.
Dreary doors damaged by tons of time flying by.
You are a quite quarry,
quickly to give up,
Being the queen.
You are a bored beetroot ,
Waiting for a person to eat you
For their snack
You are a lovely lilac living lively,
Waiting for the golden shovel
To dig you up.
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