The saddest thing is the sound of an old man
playing guitar to people on the street.
The sweetest thing is the song of a brightly
colored parrot standing on a leaf-bare branch.
The grossest thing is a sqaushed bug sitting
on your window sill.
The wierdest thing is when your hair stands
up on end when you touch the slide on a hot
day.
The calmest thing is reading a book in your
favorite tree.
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