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Summer Sun by Lisa |
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![]() In the hot summer sun I go down to swim into The glossy, shiny, and briliant blue river I see a strange reflection of something behind me. There are millions and millions of Tiny pieces of an apple floating in mid air. I turn around and then I turn back and my reflection is gone In the glossy, blue river. |
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