Disaster wardrobe
Reluctantly,I open the creaky wardrobe doors of terror.Like land side falling,the stuff tumbles out As I fall back I hit my head on the ground.”oh great” I sniggered
Dreading, That I would finish I start my journey through the mountain of work to do.Like a treasure chest of gold as I find this and that.what I had been looking for agas ago. I finally reunited with the gold.Sleepy, I fold’ tidy,flattened and put away.
After many hours and days I just want to sleep.Bouncing on the trampoline I collapse in a humongous fling.The wardrobe of tear was not only the wardrobe of terror it was the cleanest wardrobe.
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