Thursday, 19 May 2011

Plop, plop, plop

Plop, plop, plop
my friends and I separate
some in lakes
some in rives
some in oceans.
When I fall from above
plop, plop, plop
it starts to rain.
Shayal
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3 comments:

  1. Shayal22 May 2011 at 21:57

    that was great your class are great

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  2. Anonymous30 May 2011 at 23:31

    Cool Shayal!:) Tyler

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  3. Anonymous18 July 2011 at 01:33

    i think that is one of the most interesting poems if ever read in my hole life!! (Shayal)!! hehe

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