Monday, 15 May 2017

Fantastic Fruity Poems by Room 16

Its smooth skin rubs on my cheek.
I take a bite.
The red blood-like juice runs down my chin.
I slurp it up and gulp the sweet essence,
leaving a great flavour of
joy and happiness.

Zack

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6 comments:

  1. #leila17 May 2017 at 19:44

    wow zack what a amazing poem i lked the words ''sweet essence''
    is it an apple?

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  2. #leila17 May 2017 at 19:45

    or is it a peach? or strawberies?

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  3. Marlon18 May 2017 at 15:27

    It made me hungry

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  4. Abby18 May 2017 at 18:56

    all of the above I think that was an amazing description zack.

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  5. Sofia😬19 May 2017 at 07:14

    Amazing language is it a plum or a black boy peach?

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  6. NIKITA 12345678919 May 2017 at 16:06

    I want to know

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