---BUTTERFLY---
,,,butterfly takes flight and becomes a human, whose flapping wings become the arms of an epileptic freaking in a train,,, The butterfly looks about in confusion, and becomes the foam,
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The Heat
The heat made things sort of fuzzy, The highway before him, made a beeline straight into a flaming horizon, while a scorpion lay prostrate upon a rock, like bacon frying in the fat.
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---AMERICA---
America,,, the land of honour is in a truly sad state of affairs- confused and naked it falls down the Stairs
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John’s Away On
Well there was nothing to keep him , so John went away on .
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Lost Time
Dusk brought brilliant colors of orange, yellow, and a fiery shade of red through the darkened clouds.
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a land where children played every day
if life was full of joy and ease but abc tales always please so send your stories to them now cos they are good then help us now
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the jaguar family lies deep in the forest
The Jaguar family lives deep in the Rainforest.
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The Dogs Name Is Judy
If we are Happy it keeps us well so join ABCTALES I think they are swell
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WC-Cier, Neil, and Chopin
When I first saw him I was still playing the piano. Whenever I could I played the piano in concerts. I loved the feeling that the piano gave to me.
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The Return Of Snowbaby
Once. Snow on my table. A tight, rolled ten pound note. Tears. Now. Snow against sodium. Dashboard, window frame. Morning. The first bus yawns by. Shivering overcoats. Scarves. Hats.
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