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Poem	the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was filled each day with its loud exclamations the sun looked in gladly one morning and fled (incredibly) dazzled puzzled the people stared up at the sun nursing cursing its blindness and many rumours spread..... a cupboard that had power to outshine the sun must surely breed gold or something godlike behind such a brilliant door a delegation was picked to discover the cupboard's bright secret deep in the night it crept into the house awed even then by the glow after much whispering one was pushed forward to throw the blazing door wide inside was black (dread black) with a smell of dry rot to fetch up old ghosts the delegates trampled each other down in their haste to be first out not one of them sensing at the back of the third shelf down from the top a small figure sucking its thumb - rocking (shocked) to and fro like a cradle next day the whole house-front was found done up in the brightest of colours
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