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A Wild World -- A Children's Poem

Grass of green and skies of orange Purple clouds like fluffy cats Hot like ice and cold as a forge Pools of flowers like colourful mats A...

Tiny grains dart in front of the quietness panels are seeking a new means of silencing the household to block out a special noise dancing...

time has invigorated its people the uniformity that cultures lose cannot come to life because it's old and new and alien to the story

tired of having nothing but conversations in her own mind the trouble of nothing the way she ought to watch for the moment to think...

enchanted living desperate laughing lonely whisperings infinite curiosity ghostly blue innocence

buried by bright monsters caged, waiting, dying ruined by thundering truth ghosts steal secrets keep hell inside

Laughing like a loon People think I’ve gone insane – I’m so sleep deprived. Playing funny games And drinking lots of coffee… I’m so...

My favourite apples are red With them I am happily fed Unless they have worms ‘Cause then I may squirm And go hide underneath my bed

It's just lies in an uncivilized place with no flies where people say too many goodbyes and everybody cries until everybody dies with red...

music smoothly flowing playing, dancing, flowing causing emotion in people beauty