Poem


Poem
by Chris

the wind of room 208 blows us far and
makes us great
we are like a tree
growing hard
room 208 is really fun
room 208 is nuts about learning everything
room 208 is a flower ready to bloom
room 208 will never fall apart because we work together

Posted: Tue - January 18, 2005 at 05:34 PM
         

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