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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

A poem

A stranger called this morning
Dress all in black and grey
Put everything in a bag
And carried them away


The roaring of the car
The smashing of the bat
The swooshing of wind
And the scratching of the cat


The stopping of the bus
The clicking of the pen
The stomping of my dad
And the cluk cluk of the hen


The sniffing of a nose
The crunching of the leave
The howling of a wolf
The people yelling heeva

I chose this post because it was fun and I enjoyed it

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