Monday 9 November 2020

poem.

The pretty blue sky is running into the gray sky pushing it away.The great big fish are  splashing around the lake.The trees are waving everywhere they were breathing heavily.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous9 November 2020 at 13:56

    Cool poem keep the great work up I love the words It picture it in my mind

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  2. Jayden9 November 2020 at 13:59

    Hey George The words you have chosen really paints a picture in my mind

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