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Everyday kids come, and open and close me, and often a chair hits me so hard, i get hurt, i get stuff inside me and also i get things chucked on top of me. People draw on me but i DONT LIKE it! Now it is a night the light are turned off that is a bright moon glancing in the sky, i love that moon so much, but i dont like that nasty chair that keep's hiting me so hard. The next morning the sun was shinning bright, to warm me up. Now this is a time when kids come, they sit on me or open me, and close me. I hope night comes around quickly.
Chair and desk
classgb added this comment 2008-09-17 02:58:50-05:00
This is a very descriptive poem. I really like the images you use.
classgb added this comment 2008-09-17 02:58:50-05:00
This is a very descriptive poem. I really like the images you use.