Page 59 - Written Feelings
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A poem about her
As simple as 1 2 3
I'm for you, and you're for me
Call it luck, or call it fate
I know that we’re meant to be
The color of blood is red
Every grown up was a kid
Every Monday has a date
And our hats go on our head
When we're thirsty, we drink water
Your mom is your granny's daughter
When the light is red, you wait
And every book has an author
The present of "did" is "do"
And shoelaces go on shoes
Happiness should start with "H"
Why does mine begin with "U" ?
