poems

bed in summer

In winter i get up at night and dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer,quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.

a fairy tale

Max and Mary were very poor. When one day they only had one piece of bread but in steed of eating it Mary saw some little birds that were so hungry. She went out and gave the little birds the bread but she didn't know that some angels were watching her. They filled the kichen with bread and apple juice and filled the closet with nice clothing. When Max and Mary got up and saw the nice clothing they danced for joy, then Max and Mary looked out the window and they saw the angels.

poems

you r my parent



you r my Mother the 1 who looks over me


you r my Father the 1 who cares for me

Lucy Little

May 13th
I am eight years old and I am very adventurous but my brother says I'm very bossy. I think I'm a good kid. I love to go get food with my brother and play with the cat.

a sad story a bawt dudefish

u got mud on yor fais

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