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The dragon's wings beat the air like a child stomping.

Talons take their prey to their fangs.

Dragons drive their prey down mountains.

The dragons had a party.

Dragons were huge, bigger than this house!

Dragons are a textbook.

The dragons celebrated Halloween.

A dragon is like a lion.

The stone under my feet was as cold as ice.

The smell of the dead, raw cow made my nose burn.

Dragons are a lion.

Dragons were cuddlie, and cute.

The dragon feasted on its prey, I could hear the bones breaking under the weight of the hungry beast.

Dragons are as hungry as I am at breakfast.

The air was bad so basically could almost taste the raw flesh of the cow.

The dragon roared so loud it hurt my ears.

I could see the blood of the cow flowing down the river.

My poetry anthology project.

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Poetry anthology project

By Dusty Copeland