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Monday, January 2, 2017

My Poem

Old Days

It was so nice before
We could play so much
Everything was green and brown
It was just like a village town

It is so bad now
We can't play a bit
Everything is colorless
It's just like New York city
All the trees are Chopped down
Car and bikes everywhere


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