Thursday, 27 February 2014

THE ISLAND - By Jordan

On an island, I saw golden, shiny, soft sand.  And I saw green trees blowing.  I saw clear crystal water.  The blue sky looked like it was moving.  I see poisonous snakes.  I saw poisonous spiders in their web.  I saw the glittering fish jumping over my head.  I could see sharks going around the island.

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