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Friday 25 September 2015

POEM

Summer poem.

I'm really hot I'm going to the beach
I can reach
I'm gonna surf with a smurf
I always drink
I don’t wear pink
In the nice bright sun
I'm having alot of fun
I'm trim
I go for a swim
I eat chips
I do back flips
I wipe my lips

I'm seeing big ships

I’m happy
I’m flappy
I’m playing sport
I’m not short
I play with the beach ball
I’m so tall
I made a call
I sleep on a chair
I brush my hair
Its so clear

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