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For all my hands can hold
My kitten when I am cold
My dad’s warm hand
My stuffed dog, Snow
For all my eyes can see
Squirrels scurrying to build their nest
The beautiful changing colors in the trees
Pumpkin pie baking in the oven
For all my ears can hear
The wind blowing in my ear
The sound of a motor running
The leaves whispering in the trees
Article posted November 24, 2010 at 09:06 AM •
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Wow Willem, your poem is awesome!
Comment Posted on January 6, 2011 at 09:57 AM by
Wow, Willem!!!! I love your poem. I like touching snow too, but only when my mitten's are tightly on! Great poem.
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I am 8 and I know how to ride a bike. I go food shopping with my daddy. I like to play in my attic with my dolls. I also like to go to Phillies games with my family. I like to go to my Nana’s house to play basketball.