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SNOW! |
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A
single
snowflake
goes unnoticed
when compared
to the amount of
ground to be covered.
Our efforts alone
compared to the needs of all
often are not enough. But, when we
all work together, we cover the needs
like all those little
snowflakes
cover the
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The Twin Towers Fall |
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People here,
People there,
People running everywhere!
That's the sight that you will see,
Jumping out windows,
Buried alive,
Will all survive?
Thousands killed,
Many rescued.
Volunteers working day and night.
A sad day in our history. | |
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My New Journal |
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In my new Journal
I will write
Ghost stories,
And about a fight,
Halloween,
And Christmas, too,
'Bout animals
And at the zoo.
In my new Journal
I will write
Day through day,
And night through night. |
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In
my poem, "My Number," I tell how everyone has a lucky number. It could be
from one to ten, ten to one hundred or one hundred to one million. In this
poem, I describe the difficulty just finding one number that suits you.
You might choose the number that describes the number of people in your family,
or it could be the number of things in a collection, the number of friends
you have or the number of things you hold dear to you. |
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My Number |
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There is no lucky number
How can I choose?
Which numbers to keep and which to lose.
There is no lucky number
How can I count the stars?
Without my number, they look like cars.
There is no lucky number
How can I sleep?
I need a lucky number
For which to count the sheep.
My number is a mystery
That could go down in history.
So I try and try
And I still can't reach the sky,
But I can improve on my number.Cara was published in the Anthology of Fifth Grade Poetry. |
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