Masyns 2016 collaborating blog
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
My Poetry
Once I went to go and play, I sat on a bail of hay, while my dad was inside yelling harray, harray, harray! I told my mum what I did and then she started having a hisy fit, because I was being a little twit.
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