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Oct 2018
The mist flew up past the mountain,
down past the stream,
down to the river,
where all the animals be,

birds chirping,
deer skipping,
ants running,
and snakes slithering,

It was a carefree day,
evening,
and night,
for there,
the animals didn't fight.
Tylese
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Tylese  15/F/Australia
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