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Monday, April 4, 2011
Homonyms Poem
When I hang out outside I see the blue sky
as I blew the bubbles into the side
I stand here and hear nothing but the whistle sound that the wind makes as it passes by
the weather is hot I do not know wether to head to the pool or stay home and rest
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