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A poem by Carys, Charlie, Begum and Yola

I can see, swooping birds in the sky flying high way up high,
I can see, a mouldy sloth in a tree having a cuppa tea,

I can hear, tooting tweeting toucans toddling towards the toilet,
I can hear rampaging waterfalls rushing towards the river,
I can hear, panda's ploting pointlessly,

I can taste, the dirty air as dirty as by brothers bedroom,
I can, smell the meaty stench of the crocidiles breathe.

By Carys, Charlie, Begum and Yola !
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