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Thursday 11 April 2019

My poem

I am rich from who I loved as dears
Their blessings are my gold in the future
I chose the path I walk
I chose the way I talk
They teach me how to be polite
wherever I go, ignore fights and bring back the light.

Respect each other, never start a fight
Because you will always pay
Just like they say,
Everything has a prize.

TASK DESCRIPTION: This is a poem that I wrote so I could read to my literacy class but I didn't get the chance to do it. So I decided to put it on my blog so that everyone can read it, please enjoy.

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