POEM STARTER
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
Layers
Layers of gold
Stops of hills
The Bandersnatch Roars
The river glistens all day
The sky slowly fades away
The vines are strong
Where do we belong
Did we make a mistake
Who knows until we wake
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