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Sweet green grass sneaking through their toes.
Summer dreses swaing in the summer breeze.
The smell of shining green grass that just got
spraed out of the mower.
Watching string gliding through hands as they
put up a flag gliding in the air.
However look a little closer and you well see
its the Boniface familys.
After that a old women strolles out with a glass
of sparkly lemanade.

3 comments:

  1. This is an amazing poem I never think I could do anything like it. Very AWESOME I like it alot :]

  1. Abigal,it sound like the old women likes sparkling lemonade!!!

  1. I have a little question for you

    Do you like lemonade?

    I like the bit about the grass

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