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Class Poems
Class Poems
I still choke
The issue was pressing
But everyone thought it was a joke
It wasn't funny
Things are done to make money
But we should rearrange
This and focus on climate change
Dripped in white with a blue slashes covering. Coming to the song contest in preparation to win.
Nerves were high. Knees weak arms feeling heavy. After singing this group sine in suspense.
When the judges call their class name as first place they all jump in sync to celebrate their
accomplishment.
Olfactory
It smells like you just head dove into a foam pit
Gustator
y It taste as if one of those foam squares got stuck in your mouth
Auditory
It sounds like the squish of fat.
I remember the sound of balls bouncing against the hardwood
Its a sound so magical it makes my heart stop
The way it bounces so effortlessly
From loud to quiet
From hard to gentle
There's so much ways
To bounce a basketball