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My vehicle in a night above a spring city,
perches and flies from apartments to skyscrapers.
silver and shinning pure melted metal.
Came from China, from generous aunts;
gold smooth metal, funky functions,
gleaming beam of light standing out in the darkest street.
Its sound is like a ship rushing in the moist Pacific sea
flashing among the waves stunting and crashing,
shining non–stop among cities.
Hovering, hunting in a fiery forest, the courageous and challenging chopper
metal clanking, functions working
perched on a pearl bookshelf
tmes I leap in for the memories.
My vehicle,
my helicopter.

Majestic vehicle


By Daniel (Year 4)

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