I saw that it was space,
When I was gliding through the stars.
And looking for some planets,
Just for driving all my cars.
I’ve searched and searched for hours,
But I couldn’t find a thing.
And I was gliding through the stars,
With my wishful, wonderful wings.
I found a planet that was round,
It looked so big and had some brown.
Yellow added on to it,
Made it look like a cool town.
I went to go and play on it,
And then I looked behind.
I looked behind this giant rock,
I didn’t know what I would find.
It was big and beautiful,
And didn’t know what it was.
It giant four arms,
And I saw what it does.
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Not a bad poem Mata - I want you to think about the metre the poem has especially during the middle part of the poem.
sup n.s lmao far nice page t.s.b.b hahahahhahahahahaha
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