Viola Sharpe, 8th - Ione, CA
I love the summer I love the fall I go on picnics with friends I never leave my dusted house I feel left out on thanksgiving I get the attention at the dinner table tonight I am back the next day to eat the leftovers I count the days til next year I hear laughter and love I hear laughter but the wooden doors muffle my hearing I am original, never reused I am an heirloom, fragile and beautiful I am paper I am porcelain Sincerely, paper plates Sincerely, fine china Comments are closed.
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AuthorsStudents 6th-12th Grades month
September 2023
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