domingo, 24 de febrero de 2013

Where I'm From Poem

I'm from a country,
olive trees and pigs,
far away from the forest,
cars, smoke in the streets.

I am from love,
a hard-working and honest family,
home, sweet home,
there's where I live.
Wake up early in the morning,
for breakfast cereal corn,
milk and cookies if not,
then walk to school.
There study a lot,
do homework,
or writhe the plot,
of the most recent book.

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