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Thursday, 23 July 2015

Holidays.

Holidays.

 Holidays
holidays are green when I see the grass
they taste like vanilla ice cream
they smell like a big as gummy bear  
They feel like exciting before the rugby games
they sounds like people are pushing.
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  1. Unknown25 July 2015 at 15:39

    I'm glad you filled your holidays with sports, and fun times. You are beginning to use similes in your poems too.

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