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I was laying in a field and the sun was shining golden rays of sunlight on the grass and flowers. It smelled like fresh wet grass and perfume.It tasted like honey.It felt like a soft blanket.And it sounded like the sweet chirping and singing of birds.

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their i was in the war. i seen everything that was happening. i heard screams and explosions. i could taste the dirt that was going in my mouth from the dirty air. i could smell the gunpowder. when i was laying on the ground a dead body landed on top of me

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Busy as NYC people
so we went to pole steeple.
We got lost on our way
but there was a trail of  hay
We did not panic, nor cry
We got out and saw the sky

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Walked in the kitchen and could hear something popping, I looked on the microwave and could see the time on it counting down slowly until it finally got to 0.when I opened the bag I could smell the buttery popcorn that had just been made.I could feel the the warmth of the bag on my fingertips as i put the popcorn in a bowl.I put the popcorn up to my lips and could taste the salt and butter.

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The dark black sky fills up with white bright lights. The newly fresh cut grass rises up from the Earth's crust. The taste of the constitution stand snacks. The feel of the cold bench as winter covers the fall season The loud crack of the pads fulfills the air until the game has ceased.

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The front door swung open. Aroma of pine needles filled the air in an instant from the garland wrapped around the railing. The tree, never more perfect, twinkled with bright lights and ornaments. The feeling of warm socks and fuzzy pjs touched the families skin gently. The taste of cookies filled the little boys and girls mouths. The sound of christmas music filled, not only the house, but the world.

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I was at the beach and it was as beautiful as the actress Madison Mkinely. The ocean was as salty as tasting salt water. When the sand touch my toes it was as I was stepping in salt. The ocean waves crashed like a car crashed into another car. I could smell the salty ocean as I got out of my car 100 miles away.

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I wake up to the sun on my face, it feels like I woke up to early. The sound of birds chirping sounds like a migraine waiting to happen. School smelled like yesterdays lunch, there attempt at making General Tso's chicken. My best friends eyes glowed like a sunset in hell. The cupcake i stole from my best friend tssted like victory, but she said it tasted like selfishness.

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The tank went boom,
The tank was big and strong,
The tank was solid,
The tank smelt like freedom,
The tank tasted like metal

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The mower in the field on a nice hot day. The sound of the birds and mower running. The smell of fresh cut hay in the barn. Taste like fresh hay right out of the baler. Feels like a big bale of hay not so rough but not so soft either.

i tried ma dood

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Christmas is like the smell of gingerbread cookies, and pine cones. When I see people caroling it brings out their tones. Lights all around are so bright. I touch the  wrapping of the presents. Christmas fills joy to everybody. I hear Cheers all around as they wait till the night of when santa comes. I taste the goodness of cookies.

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Cedar Creek, the name of the battlefield in Virginia, looks as if it was never touched by any Solider. As i touch the statues of the men who fought here, it's as if i could feel their heartbeat, pounding through their chest like bullets lodging out of a Spring Field. I keep on walking around, as i see the sky, as blue as the Yankee Wool coats they wore once before. I sit, along the side of the creek, where blood was once shed, and as i look at the cold, flowing water, i take a sip of fresh water out of my canteen. The water tastes refreshing. As i sit, I think of the sounds that could have been lead onto this Battlefield, and sounds of cannons being shot, Muskets, Rifles, Spring Fields, and men screaming as they fall to their death, or as they fall and craw or sit around in pain. The smell of the air i breath into, smells fresh and relaxed, as i look around peacefully at the statues too! I think back all the time, almost everyday, to when life was hard, and the military was hitting each other's heads together as the fought side by side with each other too.

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The hot sand on the bottom of my feet caused goosebumps to form on my body.
As I walked down the beach the smell of the ocean breeze attacked my nose.
The taste of the salty air danced in my mouth.
The seagulls sang as i touched the ridged edges of the seashells and ran them through my hands.
My eyes came attached to the dancing sea creatures in the waves.

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You can taste the salt in the air as you are approaching the beach. You can hear the waves crashing the ground at a steady beat. You can feel the sand in between your toes and the shells as they touch your hand. You can smell the salt in the air and all the food on the boardwalk. You can see everyone around you having fun in the sun and watching dolphins and fish jump up in the water.

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As I wandered the streets of NYC, the smell of exhaust filled the air and the piercing sounds of car horns and engines. People with bikes, riding past me as fast as a bullet. I looked around me and all I saw were foreign things, nothing like back in Australia. As I walked and walked, down these streets of gold, the chilling cold breeze blew past me and I could taste the bread and pastries being made, my mouth watered. I ran, not paying attention to what was around me, zooming past everyone in my path. I reached the bakers and without a single thought, I ran in. The smell was as strong as ever, it filled my body with joy. I grabbed my jelly filled donuts and continued on my day, eating and exploring one block at a time.

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We arrived at a farm. I could taste the fresh corn that was growing in the distance. I got out of the car and saw the new baby pigs that arrived yesterday. They were pink in color with black spots. Mom told me to pick the pig up and so i did. The skin felt smooth as a baby's butt and the hair felt like sand paper. While i was holding the pig i could smell the cow manure that had not been cleaned up since 3 days ago. As we pulled out of the farm that evening you could hear all the tractors coming back from the fields and ready for bed.