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Loneliness
Loneliness is just like grey clouds on a winter’s day.
Loneliness smells like burning smoke on bonfire night with fireworks,
Loneliness looks like a ginormous long narrow white hall as big as a plane field.
Loneliness sounds like thunder and lightening piled on top of thousands of mice in a traffic jam!
Loneliness makes me stop and think!
by Nadine
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Hate is red like a dead rose,
It tastes like an old dogs bone,
It smells like rotten apples,
And looks like gone-off tad poles,
It sounds like a baby screaming,
and feels like an evil demon dreaming.
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Happiness!
Happiness is bright glimmering golden star flashing in your heart. Happiness is a new morning breeze being sniffed through your loving peaceful, blazing soul guiding you to your right path in your heart. Laughing for fun enjoying your chosen paths love, joy, hate happiness! It is it [...]
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It Makes Sense
Joy is as yellow as the sunniest day in summer time.
It tastes like a ripe blueberry pie as it sits on the window cill cooling down.
It sounds like morning birds singing there little tiny hearts out.
Joy look’s like an arrangement a beautiful flowers put into one big place.
It feels as soft as the [...]
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Love
Love is as bright as the big yellow sun on a hot summer’s day.
It tastes so sweet and enjoyable.
It smells as scrumptious as freshly baked cakes.
It looks as magnificent as beautiful ray of sunshine.
It sounds like birds tweeting happily in the morning.
It feels as happy and refreshing as a nice cold drink in the summer.
Love [...]
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Fear is black as the midnight sky.
It tastes like cold rice pudding just slapped on a plate.
It smells damp like a building left for 100 hundred years.
Fear looks like a child scared stiff.
Fear sounds like a haunted house with children crying for help.
Fear feels like someone tapping you on the shoulder but no ones there.
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