Tuesday, 4 March 2014

summer

Summer poem Summer is when oringina is slurping down my throat Cooling me down like ice Swimming in the hot warm water Watching the pink cloud go past me and the golden sun set as it hits the ocean.
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  1. Sarah Park12 March 2014 at 13:27

    Hi Archie. I love your poem. There is Orangina in the fridge for you at home

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