whoosh there hair blew they felt like they were surfing on clouds. to them it was a world of there own . then one boy pointed to a cloud white as snow. they where so happy in there minds they could go anywhere. from there view nothing matters just being happy. the jet engine was like a fan the wing like an arm. they saw so many things. the blue sky was like a spring in height of summer. the ground eaten by clouds like grass and snow. THE END. Wednesday, November 24, 2021
the two boys
whoosh there hair blew they felt like they were surfing on clouds. to them it was a world of there own . then one boy pointed to a cloud white as snow. they where so happy in there minds they could go anywhere. from there view nothing matters just being happy. the jet engine was like a fan the wing like an arm. they saw so many things. the blue sky was like a spring in height of summer. the ground eaten by clouds like grass and snow. THE END. 
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