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my 3 poems
Creek streaming flowing
beatifeal sparkling water
falling water smell wonderful
creaters drinking water out of the water so peace full and nice and comme...
second poem tall trees
The tall trees talking to me
when the wind blowes through my hair
the leafes falling any kind of coler
the nice smell of the trees
and being so kind to me and being my friend forever...
the beatifeal birds cherping as they plaes
being so nice. talking to me every morning seeing them play with there friend!
Waching them glind across the water
like a flying fish caching there food
to feed there babys. Love MaryAlice
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