Thursday, April 6, 2017

Taylor Poem

My bedroom
My bedroom was usual enough. It had a quiet creek to it, the walls were almost bear, my stereo was a bit broken, it kept on turning on every 10 minutes, my bed was unmade, the corners had cobwebs on them. I did what all 9 year old boys do. Listen to my music, me and toby build cool stuff with my lego. I can play the darth vader tune. Doing nothing important.

By Taylor

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