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46 After a week of reading a new poem aloud to us every day
Mrs. Sampson says, “Write a poem,”
as she plays symphony music on the old red phonograph.
47 I think of Mama, squeeze my pencil,
pour letters from the shiny tip like a skinny river.
48 The waves tumble onto the page.
L’s curl at the bottom.
F’s tip their hats from their heads.
M’s are sea waves. They crash over my table.
J uanito’s Poem
49
Papi Felipe with a mustache of words.
Mama Lucha with strawberries in her hair.
I see magic salsa in my house and everywhere!
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