Monday, June 15, 2009

The Morning Poem

This Morning it was freezing cold like I was on a high slope of an icy mountain. I brushed my teeth and put on my uniform. As I got my bag I started munching on a little piece of warm chicken. It made me feel better and warmer. I went to school and saw the grass frosty and cold like I have never seen it before. I was shivering. I thought we had a trip to a cold green and white icy mountain.
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