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Springtime Song

                                                     Springtime Song

                                       Birds sing, high in the branches

                                        Warmed by the afternoon sun

"My Secret Love...."

My love is out there, somewhere

First, I am going to put on my best rags

and set out to seek for her

I am going to ponder day and night

To look for the wicked one

who stole my weak, tainted

Heart

And purified it with a

Soft and gentle touch

And then I shall reward

By layin a kiss on thy lips

Observation Journal #3

1.The snow is so heavy the trees tilt with sadness

2.When a car hits the breaks in the winter the back slides like a moving fishes tail

3.People without four wheel drive need to be careful in thw inter like a mountain climber

4.People with four wheel drive don't have to be so careful in the winter like someone being sneaky

5.The snow spreads so wide that on the ground it is like a lake being defrosted

6.When a snow flake lands on a car it melts like a ice cube on an oven

A Little Package

A rainbow of greens

Another of violets

A wonderous view

Just like a pilot's

 

Boxes of colors

They are so bright

A literal rainbow

That gives me delight

 

With this package comes a wonderful smell

Different aromas,

Put me under a spell

Ahhh!

 

This whole package,

Makes ton of smiles

See you next time

It'll jus be a while

A Sunny Day

  1.  A birdbath without one bird in site, or a single drop of water in it.
  2. A lonely arrow on a window signaling towards a world of nothing.
  3. Toddlers find joy in stating something is theirs or tell people, even adults, "NO!"
  4. A whit car in the middle of the street with two specks of light gleaming off of it.
  5. The tree has a dent in it, as if it was shaped around a miniature moon.
  6. Every other window has a glossy, white box sticking out of the left corner.
  7. Dim orange lights try to compete wi

''Who Are You''

                                    

 

                                                  ''Who Are You''

 

How I HATE Spinach

                                                 How I Hate Spinach

 

My mother set it down

right in front of me.

A pile of big green goo,

the smell of it made me rech

My head stearted to feel all woozy.

I shook my head, to regain my focus,

and watched in horror

I'm lost in my mind

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