onsdag 9. september 2015

Poem.
The children are laughing and playing.
You can hear the birds singing.
If you are really quiet you can hear people talking and breathing.
Everyting is peacful and the trees are dancing in the wind.
You can smell dinners from the houses.
You can smell the nature.
The road is thin and located slightly for itself.
The road will lead you to a yellow, old, little workshop.

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