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Class 3
Medusa has a pitchfolk tongue. She has a roar that can blow down houses. It would blow you to bits. Her eyes can turn you to granit but her cobra hair, with one little nibble, could kill you. It sucks your fire red blood. By Joe.
Class 3's visit to the blacksmith sporns poetry!
The Blacksmith Spirits from the fiery dead; red ghosts rise from the depths of the sinister volcano fire. Roaring flames from night black coal. The earthquake hammer made us all shiver. Twisting bat-black metal into a dark, sharp hook. Coal avalanching down from the blue torch flames. Treacle fire spicy as the ruby sun. Midnight black soot cover the blacksmith’s crinkled face. The whirlwind fan sucks the hairspray fire to giant life. Icy water puts out metal. Myst4 Revelation Inspires great writing!
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