Treasure Island

ellie price


The World Is


The world is like a bubble,
Floating higher and higher.
The world is like a bouncy ball,
Bouncung higher and higher.
The worls is like a family,
Full of good and bad secrets.
The world is like a spinning top,
Forever spinning round.
The world is like a giant playground,
With happy children all around.
The world is like a beating heart,
Always bursting with life.
The world is like a tree,
Growing bigger and bigger.
The world is like a museum,
Full of new and exciting things.
The world is like a star,
Forever shinning.

Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011
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