The phonics crashed down on the thing that broke the jar that crashed the clock. And what did he see but an elephant bird, a baby baby. It whizzed past its mother and then it dropped.
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You are my favorite poet. You should collect all of these wonderful poems and make a book. I was the first person to answer your poll again this week. I bet your favorite thing is playing music.
I think my second choice would be looking for pirates.
Dear Dumbo, I'm glad you writed a comment for me. That's good I have a blog. There's nothing bad about it. And I'm glad you're with me sometimes. But you are always in my dreams. Yay!
6 comments:
You are my favorite poet. You should collect all of these wonderful poems and make a book. I was the first person to answer your poll again this week. I bet your favorite thing is playing music.
I think my second choice would be looking for pirates.
Grandma
I think Dumbo would really like this poem.
Dumbo's not in the real world, you silly!
What?!?!
I really do like this poem!
Dear Dumbo,
I'm glad you writed a comment for me. That's good I have a blog. There's nothing bad about it. And I'm glad you're with me sometimes. But you are always in my dreams. Yay!
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