A story by Chaucer about a scholar who studies in philosophy. He didn't have an occupation. he basically lived off of his friends. he would rather spend his money on books rather than clothes.
Answer:
Red,
It tastes hot and magnificently spicy,
Spicy enough to burn your tongue,
Orange,
Sweet like a tangerine or a mango,
Yellow,
This I love the most,
For it tastes like sunny summer days,
Crunchy memories; joy!
Green,
The freshly cut grass,
The taste of bitter bitter apples,
And life,
Blue,
Like a clear happy sky freshly painted,
Or raindrops neatly falling to the somber ground,
It tastes calm,
Purple,
Powerful and majestic,
It, too, tastes sweet,
But, also alluring,
Pink!
The pop,
The excitement,
Bold and bright, it tastes like new,
Being uncomfortable.
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Answer: One day there was a girl named Ally. She had a pet tiger named Jaws. As she was going on a walk with Jaws she saw bird. Jaws chased the bird but the bird flew out of his grasp.
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Answer:
Yes. Please give me Brainliest.
Explanation:
Pro athletes deserve the money they get. They work way too hard not to get paid as they do. All athletes are so dedicated to the sport they risk injury to play, especially football, where contact is the whole game. The psychological stress placed upon athletes is overwhelming.
