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Miriam Bell Poem
My sister Sharon is
getting marry and I’m a brides maid I said can I say a speech but she
said nay My sister is a lovely girl
even if I say so my self and I
like her faunas he’s got
fine health So there’s
my speech I love
you sis and I
hope you
like
this
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The howls of the wolfs strike the beast beneath the bed it roars
For it’s the full moon to night Scary of course
The little kid crawls out the bed to go to the toilet that night
When he thinks of the witches and the beasts that bit
He steps back into bed when he gets a horrible frit
A ghost comes out the cupboard a skeleton from beneath the bed
A monster comes through the door way that he thinks will eat his head
A witch hackles from in his draws and then he fins out
It’s his sister his brother his mother and his father all messing about
From beneath the bed his brother with a skeleton mask
Well in his cupboard his father with out a doubt
From in his draws his sister the smell little brat
From under the door way his mother of course he did say note
What he did was put his hand in his desk grab a water gun and squirted them all and his mum
He felt kind of stupid much more then he did before
When he found out it was is nan and granddad how organized it all
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Her eyes float like butterfly’s
Every time he passes by
It is love in his eyes
So much that he cries
Her eyes glow when she sees him
Enough to be the sun
Ruther than the dazzling blue they are
Matt’s eyes for Sharon
Are sweet and with out bitterness
Now they have fond each other they wont let go
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I now it my last day mum you don’t have to make a fuss
If you do I mate miss the bus
No don’t even cry
Your embarrass me and in front of that guy
Oh mum ill see you later
I’ve got to catch me mate
That traitor
The little brat ran of with me money
I’m getting it back and she better not call me honey
Oh mum ill be back in 6 hours
See you later and feed the rabbits
should i go to unverrite are stay at home
should i get more educaitin
are lay low
should i be cleever
are stay at home
i now im note good with my speelins
but i dont mone
its like stand at a cross road which way should i go
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I feed the seagulls in the morning sitting on a bench
When my sister looked at me and said in quite content
Miriam don’t feed those seagulls there’ll poo on your head
I ignored her and instead….
They pooed on her head
She wasn’t amused at all
She didn’t even snarl
Now every time we see her we say in good tent
Have you been pooed upon lately
Not even on your head
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In the snow blanket
Under the snow and hail
There lay a little house
In the house there was a mouse
By the fire a laid little dog
In the kitchen was a cooking frog
In the bed room slept a cow
Don’t mind the sheep they just say wow
All the animals came into keep warm
And shelter from the snow storm
In the kids bed room was a bear
There they were the baby, dad and sis
Mum said don’t call your family animals
BUT I DON’T CARE!!!!
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If you need me i'll be there
If you need me I swear
If you need me i'll be right next to you
If you need me I promos you
In my heart I love you
In my heart you love me to
In my heart you kiss me
In my heart I your not you you are we
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P ink is a color from the rainbow
Its the color candy floss
No other color is as quit as good
K it mite be a bit vibrant but who cares
Pink it can be pail alumnus or bright
Infact girls love pink
Never say pinks horrible
K to boy s it mite be but I love pink because pinks just me
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sometimes I can not be bovid. like I'm stuck
but I'm not .
like I'm holding some
sort of something I
can not let go
. I wont to
shout help . if
you need to do
it . shout it
help will come .
shout say it . if you need it
it will be there
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If your think of getting a huskies you better think again
because huskies get hair in your mouth and they get wet again an again
They moult every winter and it gets on your nerves
Because fluff gets stuck on your clothes and in your hair
But the good things about huskies bet the bad
Because there huggable loveable and fluffy
And if you put that together
YOU MAKE MANS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!!
So if you think the good things bet the bad like me
GET A HUSKIE A GIRL HUSKIE ARE A LAD!!!
I LOVE MY HUSKIE XX
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