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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
The playground is built on top of a graveyard.
Press your ear to the tarmac and you'll hear the undead
scratching on their coffin lids.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
What do we do with a difference?Do we stand and discuss its oddityor do we ignore it?
Do we shut our eyes to itor poke it with a stick?Do we clobber it to death?
This morning I've got too much energymuch too much for geography
I'm in a high moodso class don't think me crudebut you can stuff latitude and longitude
There's a wonderland in Alice. It lies in her sleepy eyes.
May she dream about a queen, turtle soup so rich
and an ever changing size.
I am your leaderI will create a new worldYou are my servant.
Hibah Khan Year 6
Zoe ZoeYou had to goeI felt so sad, I wrote this poe.