Roswell
I was a pupil at Panmure Bridge School and this blog is where I shared my learning.
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Thursday, 18 October 2012
GRANDMA
GRANDMA
Her hair curls
like curly fries.
Her eyes are like fireballs
growling at me.
Her ears are pointy.
Her fingers is a touch of heaven,
When I feel her touch my face.
My Grandma will always
be in my heart till the day I die.
Roswell
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