A poem
Quinn H. shares a poem about the pitfalls of writing.
Submitted by Quinn H.; 4th/5th grade 10/08
This entry relates to the past.
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I’m inside my classroom all the kids are writing I can’t think of
anything aaarrrggg! I can’t think of anything and my brain is
imploding! Arrrrggg! My brain has imploded I am so dead. I might as
well be in a coffin. I really can’t think of anything! Now almost all
of them are done I AM SO DEAD!!! So dead so dead so dead, ick.