Mrs. Thomas Poetry Battle
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My dreams are as lovey as pretty flowers in Spring
My dreams are as pretty as butterflies flying through the sky
My dreams are as soft as pillows
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My dream of going to Mexico is like the possibilities of climbing a 1,000,000,000 mile high mountain.
The dream of falling on your bed is like falling into a volcano
My dreams are gloomy like happily hiking rain in the forest than with a bear that would totally eat you
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My dreams are blank as an untouched piece of paper
My dreams can’t be catched like a loose butterfly flying
My dreams are black and white like an old show in the 50’s