File under: My Daughter Freakin Rocks. Just looking over the book of poetry her class made, and I love hers. It's called:
I know...
I know a puzzle piece spins like a merry-go-round.
It can do a cartwheel.
It has something I'm afraid of on it.
The puzzle piece looks like a merry-go-round
because it has different colors.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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your daughter freakin' rocks!
this is way better than i could ever write.
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