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I saw the little paw print and underneath it said... "Start composing.' What does this mean.
I love reading and writing poems. I play the ukulele, saxophone and piano. I am a British teenager.
I saw the little paw print and underneath it said... "Start composing.' What does this mean.
My cat comes in to the room, His fur is the color of a broom, But his tail is the color of the moon, And his mew sounds like a bassoon.
The trees are coming, I think they're angry, Is it that we chop them down, Or are they just hungry. They just destroyed France, I wonder if we are next.
The eagle sat up in a tree, His acorn eyes watched the boy. He picked an oak leaf from the ground, And the eagle watched with silent joy.
Go to sleep little one, Lay down your tired head, For your dreams and your nightmares, Await on this bed. May your mind drift, In to fantasies foretold, From the books that we read, One hour ago.
The tiger prowled the midnight forest His glittering eyes watched the girl, As she took a rose from the Florist, In exchange for a ebony pearl.