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It's like falling water. It drips. It drips Like clear hailing water When it rains on your head. It seems like you sweat. It's raining! It's raining! Oh, I love it! It's wet! By Samuel |
you could make a wave So big my body would QUAKE! By Daniel |
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Monkeys take warning Birds fly away Cumlus clouds Big puffy clouds. All on a nice summer day. |
The day is clear. I'm taking a test (It's not the best.) |
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I like tennis because it is a fun sport to play. Tennis is good because you can wear a hood. You can play a game in the rain. The players on the team are so mean. Whenever we win we always spin. Whenever we lose, we always have a fit. Whenever we spit, we always have a fit. Tennis is gerat but you always faint. |
Basketball is really fun.
You have really just begun To learn to play a fun sport, Bouncing a ball up and down a court. When you score a lot of points You exercise all your joints. You dribble the ball, You cross over and duck, And sometimes you stink like a skunk! |
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The sound spins me around. I like to play it. My mom said, "Why don't you make something out of clay?" I said, "Nay!" I press the keys. They make sounds that spin me around. I play scores like doors. |
And cracked a window. It went into the hall And bounced off the wall. It came back out And hit a spout. A tall man came out And told us to stop. We got sad and got mad. |
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Sometimes I wonder if you have a heart. Your sounds go way out of bounds And you can dream with words that can be heard Like screams of a team winning a game. And your pictures are marked with fame. You can beat a virus with a stick. You'll whack it well Like a boxer waiting for the bell. Computer, computer that's why you're smart But I still wonder if you have a heart. |
It's a summer game And you can wear your shorts. You never yield on the field. Depending on the weather, You always wear a sweater. Even when it is wet, you score in the net. When the players play with skills, They play on the field. If your team is losing a game It might help if it just rains. There are lots of players of all sorts, And they love this sport. Whenever we win we always spin. After the game, wherever it takes place, We always have a race. Soccer is a great sport to play So don't delay! |
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Well, I do because it's made of apples And it's good for you! |
Rain is like glue, sticking to my fork. Rain is like sticks, dropping to the floor. Rain is like showers And I like showers, getting on the floor! |
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And I look up at the sky. I see a little sparkle, and try to catch it. I miss, and I grit my teeth. I see a black streak, I follow. My parents left in sorrow. The streak comes to a stop. Then I see it is nothing But a rabbit going hop, hop, hop! I look for something else, Something else to explore. I find a little pond And something else more. I see a little light from behind a big stone. I gather up all my courage And then, get discouraged. I took a deep breath And went behind the boulder And saw a big human shoulder! I wondered what to do. Then I snuck up on the humans. They didn't hear, see, smell, or feel me. Then I heard someone call me But I did not go near because of my fear. I went back to the pond, sniffed a frond, and started back home. |
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