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 The Little Gray Furball Up the winding staircase, under that old fishing net. Around the wooden chair, across the long hall, Up into the vent, out through the wall. Toward the bathroom, on the sink, Above the dog, among the toys that tink. Beyond the bathroom, after the old shed, Into my bedroom, in the little cats bed. This is the preposition poem that I created. Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:28 PM • comment (2) • Reads 851 • see all articles |
About the Blogger I love to read. I like to use computers. I have two pet cats and a younger sister. I play precusion in band and I love to play Portal and Portal 2. |
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