Friday, April 12, 2013

Newsboard poem

I can smell kari from Miss Rodrigues bag and it smells delicious.
I can feel the trees like it is going to shake like the volcano.
I can see the tree shaking like their having a crazy party.
I can taste chips and drinks in my mouth.
I can see people working like a family
I can hear my friends working like a house friends
I can see the birds flying like angles racing up to God.
My ears can hear Tangi say “its hot”.
I can smell perfume from Valenisia shirt.

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