Sunday, May 17, 2009

Unedited 4th grade poetry, by me

Pies

I like pies they look like eyes
When I eat them I get a sweet suprise[sic]
The very minute I am done
I notice that they'res[sic] no more fun

The very next I go out to play
My friend has a pie
I say hey that looks like an eye
A few minutes later we say goodbye.

fin

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