Kids Write Poetry
Poetry and musings by Room 2
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Rain
Plip, plop, plip, plop, crash! Boom!
The smell of water on cement edges it's wa up people's nostrils,
a chase ends, a baby smiles, a child learns,
plip, plop, plip, plop, crash! Boom!
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