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"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you're in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without make-up on. The one who turns to his friends and says "That's her"
I bet you could post some lovely poetry using "snow day" as a topic.
ReplyDeleteSnow Day
ReplyDelete“Snow day!”
Fred said.
“All play.
Let’s sled!
“No school!
Just snow.
Way cool.
Let’s go!”
Fred ran
in shed.
Had plan.
Got sled.
“Go slow,”
Mom said.
“I know,”
said Fred.
Up hill
went Fred.
Down hill
Fred sped.
Sled streaked
on past.
Mom shrieked,
“Too fast!”
Snow blew.
“Can’t see!”
Fred flew.
Hit tree.
Sled bent.
Fred’s head
got dent.
Poor Fred.
He cried.
Now plays
inside
snow days.
By: Kenn Nesbitt