The Dandelion
It was a hot summer day when a young boy called Billy was blowing the fluffy dandelion. He could see all the seedlings flying with the air.
By Brock
Dandelion
I take a deep breath then I blow. The dandelion head drift off into the icy, cold
white dandelion fairies floating out into the soft breeze. Holding the stem, I
wonder where the dandelion head will drift off to.
By Hayley
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