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Thursday, 23 July 2015

My poem about my holidays

Holidays are blue and it respect like the sun.
They taste like sweet ice cream and chocolate around me
They smell like flower from the roses
They look like games around the houses and in the dark
It sounds like ocean water from the beach
It feel like we are never going back to school

Holidays

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