June 12, 2009
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A blizzard’s on its way to surround our town with a sheet of snow and ice.

Your pet puppy wants to run after the squirrel outside and escapes.

Dad chases after him and slips on the porch.

Little Danny is sad because Santa wont get the presents to the hospital.

Spending the night there disables visiting grandma in Florida.

Happy Holidays.

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RebeccaA said...
Sept. 15, 2009 at 4:17 pm
This poem is very confusing with little description. It is too short and does not make uch sense at all.
Mariam S. replied...
Oct. 18, 2009 at 3:37 pm
i know, i really dont like this piece i wrote at all
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