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Whenever I see a ski accident Its years before Skiing across the white. “Watch Out!” A crash My mom’s on the ground Her leg twisted in an irregular shape. Ski patrol comes in and Whisks her off But the real story is Paying hospital bills Being lonely and lost Constant visits And worried, sorrow hearts.
Accident
By: Natasha Nurjadin
I used this poem because I used a simile and alliteration, and this described what I felt like.
