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Monday, June 17, 2019

Winter poem

I see colourful leaves falling down.
I hear the thunder.
I taste the wonderful wet cream from my hot chocolate.
I smell  my mum's beautiful hot chocolate.
Image result for White SnowI feel shivering cold.

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