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Angel - Poetry

 

Outside

Outside in the cold breeze where I sneeze, we come upon a lovely grown tree. The hot sun is rising over the flowers as I realized that it has overpowered. The beautiful sky is like the ocean, it’s really deep. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. The sun shines in my eyes so I put on my sunglasses to avoid the hot sky. Upon the night sky stars rise like the bright lights. The green lime grass makes me climb a tree! Lime, lime, lime. I spend so much time outside!