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MY POETRY

BAD HAIR DAY

I have a bad hair day, yes, I do.
I have a bad hair day, what to do?
I have a bad hair day, don't look at me!
I have a bad hair day, can't you see?

THE BIRD

I see the birds flying around,
hearing their sweet sweet sound,
flying around down to the ground.
I see the birds, dashing up high in the sky,
the birds fly around, singing their song.
I see the birds.

THE PENCIL

I see the pencil brown and bright.
It is sparkling in the light.
It feels as if it were a rock,
smooth, sharp, bumpy and firm.
It looks as if it says write and learn.
Use me well and write swell.
I can see that pencil.

FLOWERS

Flowers smell pretty
Big and Tall.
Flowers smell pretty
Huge and small.
Flowers smell pretty
One and all.

WIND

Wind is rustling in my hair
The breeze is blowing through the air.

HIGHWAYS

The asphalt is black as night.
The yellow lines are as yellow as the sun.
The white lines are as white as snow.
The cars are as loud as THUNDER!

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