abd123
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Nature Trees, the calmness of the world. their branches are curled. the leaves fall to the ground, the leaves rustle and make sound. Bees collect honey, we take it and sell it for money. Bees live in a hive, together they can thrive. In winter... – *by Slayer the slayer*	0 Views added 18 days ago	Rating
baby chick Baby chick, house made of brick, both so different. A chick turns into a chicken, when we cook them they thicken. Now we... – *by slayer the slayer*	0 Views added 21 days ago	Rating
baby chick Baby chick, house made of brick, both so different. A chick turns into a chicken, when we cook them they thicken. Now we... – *by slayer the slayer*	12 Views added 21 days ago	Rating

Trees, the calmness of the world.
their branches are curled.
the leaves fall to the ground,
the leaves rustle and make sound.

Bees collect honey,
we take it and sell it for money.
Bees live in a hive,
together they can thrive.
In winter...

– by Slayer the slayer

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