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The Adventure in the Amazon Jungle

The Adventure in the Amazon Jungle
We had an adventure in the Amazon forest,
This story has always been the best.
We used to be valiant like gladiators,
Standing near the alligators.
We would row on a boat in the lake
Gazing at the little animals awake.
We clambered trees up to their canopy
As we saw the emerald world gleefully.
We heard the owls' sigh
And heard the inky bats cry.
We stayed in the jungle in tents,
Like we were the forest's tenants.
-Anika Arora

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  1. AnonymousNovember 20, 2021 at 6:04 AM

    Really great �� Very well ���� written ❤️

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  2. AnonymousNovember 23, 2021 at 8:59 PM

    These poems are so amazing!!!����❤️

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