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Thursday, June 8, 2017

my poem

I saw trees
I heard breezy and cars
I smelt dirt and wind
I felt snoopy and braze
I heard a bird sing
I saw leaves in a pile
The trees had no leaves
The trees were pointed
The wet tree with falling leaves
The frozen grass with morning dew
The birds tweeting in the odk tree

The leaves falling down on the ground

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