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THE RIVERS FLOWS






I hover like a bird from the slippery icy mountain top.
While strong rapid streams make a confluence. Splashing, splishing, shimmering.

As I come to the tall waterfall and I do somersaults down the slippery rocks.

Toward the shimmering and cunning mouth.I flow picking lovely boats like a tsunami through the town.




SPEELING

1STAR.Really good
2STAR.Really good similes
WISH.To have
a little bit more writing
BY ALFIE