Friday, January 15, 2016

Rhyming Poem

Closed windows
Dim lights
If you open the door
It will be too bright

A little desk
A wooden chair
Your all alone
No one else there

You hear footsteps
Look left and right
Then not a sound
And not a sight

When you wake up
When you open your eyes
It was all just a dream
A scary surprise

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