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The Navigators Island of Paradise (Poem)


With the season always being Autumn and the sun never setting,
It is hard to leave this island of plenty.
Fruits and vegetables galore,
With rooftops adorned in gold;
The people of this island are truly something amazing.
Covered in a fog,
Shrouded in mystery.
This island is the best secret one could keep.
Although the riches here are high,
That’s not important to me.
For I would rather learn from the natives,
And live in this dream.

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