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The whooshing wind moaned like a little
boy who didn’t get chocolate when he wanted it,
The sparkling sand danced like John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
in the movie Grease,
The forest whispered like a child telling
a secret that doesn’t want to be told,
And I felt scared.
The steaming sun smiled down on me like a loving mother when you
buy her a lovely birthday present,
The creeping clouds crept like a little child trying to steal some food,
The smiling sea sang like a flock of blooming blue birds,
And I felt happy.
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