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Livy May Poem
A baseball bat has a ball.
A basketball has a bucket.
A volleyball has a net.
A book has a cover.
A card has an envelope.
A shirt has a hanger.
A flower has a vase.
A bottle has a lid.
A finger has a nail.
So what do I have?
I don’t have a person nor an object.
I have nothing but air.
Air that leaves me when I breathe out.
So what does that mean?
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Livy May Poem
Its so weird,
I think ladybugs are the prettiest bug,
But why am I deeply terrified of them?
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Livy May Poem
Today in english we had a free write.
I wrote about you, I always do.
I hate writing about you, but it's all I do.
My teacher says my work is amazing.
I wonder what she would think if she met you.
If you were amazing then.
After it all.
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