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I love sailing to an island
With my best friend, Sandy
On a beautiful afternoon
I’ll begin moon travel soon
I’d like to steer the ships
But I don’t know if it flips
The sun is setting down
Oh, Sandy, don’t try to frown
The boat is barely moving
I see my uncle fishing
But then Sandy came and gave me a slap
I tried to open my eyes
I realised I was daydreaming
Thumindi Jayasinghe
Grade 6-C
Lyceum International School
Wattala
