Amera – Bikes and Flowers

As I ride my bike I past the beautiful flower shinning as bright as botton.

I stare at the walls in the hallway in the alleyway, I hear big bad dogs bark as loud as a lion while biking down the stiep hill.I smelt beautiful flowers and say, ”HMM that smells good!” The mean gardener heard what i said and yelled, ”BOO! NOW SHOO OR ELSE!” I got frightened and left.

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