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Thursday 10 May 2018

My Poem

I love my mum's soup that she makes us.
I like the places my dad takes us.
My family smells like perfume and flowers,
we like making fat and tall towers.

My family sounds like laughter and chit chatter,
my family might get fit of fatter.

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