This is a poem that I wrote when I went to my mom's friend's house.
We drive and drive and drive,
at last we come out alive,
in our palace we set our feet,
the first thing we do is eat.
After we eat we talk,
we talk and talk and talk,
we talk and don't walk,
we talk and talk and talk.
Everyone was impressed with my poem, especially my mom's friend, Meenal Auntie.
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wasnt i just the best little poet? haha -_-
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