A Poem A Day
Text = I feel like I’m a yo-yo spinning till the string falls in half. It’s like a giant twister. It’s like a bright red spinning top. It’s like a model of the solar system. It’s like I’m being sucked into a black hole. It’s like I’m in a whirlpool. I hear the clothes rumbling in the dryer. I hear the tornado roaring like a fierce lion. I see the ugly eyes of a rainbow monster.
by Charles, 3rd Grade
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Learning, n. The kind of ignorance distinguishing the studious.