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Bio Poem by Caley K.
Caley, a girl who wants to be a cook. Who wonders what the best dessert in the world is. Who sees dessert all over the place. Who wants her dessert to be the best. Caley, a girl who wants to be a cook. Who pretends to be a chef. Who dreams about experimenting with desserts. Who tries to be a good cook. Who hopes to some day to be the best dessert cook. Caley, a girl who wants to be a cook. Bio Poem by Andrea
Andrea is a girl who wonders what the world would do without her, Who sees a castle up high in the sky Who hears the soft cries of the birds Who wants the world to be clean Who would make her parents be proud Who wonders what the animals would do if there is war Andrea is a girl who wonders what the world would do without her, Who hopes there will be no war Who feels God is near Who dreams to have a happy life Who says there will only be peace in the world Andrea is a girl who wonders what the world would do without her, Who wonders what the animals would do without her Who pretends she can talk to the animals Who tries to listen to the birds Who understands what it it like to be like her mom Andrea is a girl who wonders what the world would do without her. Patrick's Self Portrait in Similes
My hair is like black coals burning in the sun. My eyes are like redwood trees growing in the spring. My eyelashes are dark spikes sitting in a dungeon. My nose is like a big rock resting on my face. My ears are like the Grand Canyon burning up. My cheeks are like cotton candy turning red. My mouth is like Cape Cod waves swinging back and forth. My lips are like light red crayola waiting to be used. My teeth are like lined-up stones sitting in the sun. My tongue is like a fat worm moving around. My eyebrows are like bushy forests sitting under the moon. My chin is like a boulder sitting right there. Why Is It...? by Clare S.
Why is it... While other people are thinking About all kinds of Important things... When I am thinking about Becoming a bird and flying to Australia Why Is It...? by Meagan W.
Why is it... While other people Are thinking about all kinds of Important things... I'm wondering what it would Be like to shrink into the Size of an elf, then hitch-hike To Italy. Bio Poem by Stuart A.
Stuart, who wants to hike to King's Chair Who wonders how sore he's going to be after Who hears the wind against its curving edge Who sees the sloped edge and shivers Who wants to dangle his feet over Half Dome's edge Stuart, who wants to hike to King's Chair
Who pretends to be John Muir Who feels the granite face Who worries about not making it Who cries hooray when he reaches the edge Stuart, who wants to hike to King's Chair
Who says "Ow, the soreness!" Who dreams of making it in an hour Who tries to climb Who hopes to make it Stuart, who wants to hike to King's Chair |
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