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Thursday 8 June 2017

The morning poem

The morning poem
The sun glittering on the green wet grass.
The colorful leaves drifting to the ground.
The leaves squashing under my shoes.

The birds tweeting in the big old tree.Screenshot 2017-06-08 at 12.48.16 PM.pngScreenshot 2017-06-08 at 12.50.57 PM.png
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  1. Anonymous15 June 2017 at 09:42

    I like the way how you did your poem but you cod make your pictures smaller .

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