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Come in, come in and enjoy the fun, the fun will begin when it is done. My dream was all in rime. There were no breaks at any time. If you couldn't think of a rime, you would sing or mime. There was this tall colourful clown as I entered the show he sat me down. His name was something I couldn't pronounce but being his friend is what counts. He was very mad and very sad, he reminded me of the mad hatter, but crazier with his chatter. I have a fear of polka dots, But Even more of forget me NOTS! I loved my dream, I wish I could have it again that's why I wrote it down with this book and pen. so ill always remember my crazy friend.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
My dream about a clown.
Come in, come in and enjoy the fun, the fun will begin when it is done. My dream was all in rime. There were no breaks at any time. If you couldn't think of a rime, you would sing or mime. There was this tall colourful clown as I entered the show he sat me down. His name was something I couldn't pronounce but being his friend is what counts. He was very mad and very sad, he reminded me of the mad hatter, but crazier with his chatter. I have a fear of polka dots, But Even more of forget me NOTS! I loved my dream, I wish I could have it again that's why I wrote it down with this book and pen. so ill always remember my crazy friend.
amykatrinasmith
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
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