I'm hav'in a ball in school
The teacher's incredibly smart
I'm not break'in any rule
And I'll probably won't ever start
Math is my favorite class
I love geeometree
Algebra is a gas
And fractions are just right for me.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
spooky house 1
Once there was some kids playing across the street of a spooky house.So there was a loud sound coming from the spooky house.Well a nice man buyed that house.So the man went over to those kids and said Hi.So then the kids said isn't that houe cursed.No,it just looks ugly.Thats why I am going to fix it up.O.K.Well I need some kids to help me.Would you kids like to do it?Yes said the kids.Come on saturday to my house.What time said one of the kids?Come at 12:oopm.So all of the kids came and painted, and the mans wife and kids came out to help.So while All of them were painting,One kid was new in that road and she said Can i help and allthe other kids said yes.So when they were finished they had milk and cookies.And it was Christmas eve.And all of the kids got presents for everyone on that street.And the lived happily ever after!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
crazy
My friend is lazy,
her name is mazy
she is so crazy,
she loves to smell a dazy,
even when it's hazy.
her name is mazy
she is so crazy,
she loves to smell a dazy,
even when it's hazy.
fog
lines of cars inch along inh the fog
riseing and dipping with the humps of the road
like a mechanical catapillar.
riseing and dipping with the humps of the road
like a mechanical catapillar.
My country tis of thy
my country tis of thy,
suger land of liberty,
of thee i sing,
country where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrums proud,
from every mountainside,
let freedom ding!
suger land of liberty,
of thee i sing,
country where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrums proud,
from every mountainside,
let freedom ding!
I would love to be a horse
i would love to be a horse ;
to race along the shore,
the wind in my mane.
i would love to be a horse;
to rear up and challenge
the thunduring surf.
Galloping below wild cliffs,
all my muscles would sing,
"i am a live"
to race along the shore,
the wind in my mane.
i would love to be a horse;
to rear up and challenge
the thunduring surf.
Galloping below wild cliffs,
all my muscles would sing,
"i am a live"
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