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Mondays
I dislike Mondays oh so much;
I wish I could pack them away in my lunch.
Smush, crunch, pop, SPLAT!
There goes my Monday, as I step on the mat.
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In Social Studies, we had to come up with a song,
poem, or rap about something in the chapter that we were studying.
We had to choose groups of 5 or 6 people in it. In my 3 person
group, we came up with a poem about the Stamp Act and the Sugar
Act... which is pre-Revolutionary War. We started out by pulling
out a Social Studies textbook and brainstormed. Before we knew
it, we had a great poem! |
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Deep Sea Fishing
Walk onto the boat
Waiting for the sunrise
The captain yells, "NO BANANAS!"
We all think: will we catch a fish?
Leaving the harbor is exciting
All you can see is ocean, ocean, ocean
Waves get bigger
We get wet
Finally, the captain sees the pole bend
A fish waits on the other end
It's green reflection is a rainbow of color
Reel,
real
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