Friday, July 20, 2012

Writing Class - International Ivy Poem

I liked the breaks
There were many different stakes
Writing was fun
It was like playing with a machine gun.

We played a game
Which increased my fame
My robot's name is Death
You can tell by his uneven breath.

I love this class
It's a blast
I love the Ivy Points 
They're like golden coins.

This class is the best 
There is no test
When I get out of here
I'll say to my parents this class is very dear


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