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Thursday, 7 June 2018

My best Poem about Winter



Winter Poem



I hear the cold wind
swishing between the big, tall trees.


I hear my mum cooking delicious food in the kitchen.


I smell the wood burn in the fire.


I feel the warmth of the fire warming my cold hands.


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