By Tobias
My dragon is made of the sun.
He likes to sleep in lava.
At the end of his tail there is a flame.
He has spikes on his back made of larva.
When he wakes up his eyes glimmer like the sunrise,
When he breathes fire his tummy glows,
His razor-sharp claws cut through walls.
His colour is as green as fresh grass.
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