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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

SQUISHED By Vicky, age 8

This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song "Old Glory" By the band Harvey Milk.



How do you think the pencil feels,
stuck in the sharpener,
squished by your hand?
Have you ever been
squished?
I feel this way
right now,
in
this
class.

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