Kids Write Poetry
Poetry and musings by Room 2
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Her Hands
Her hands are soft and smooth,
they are warm-But only when she
is happy.
When she is depressed or sad,
her hands turn cold and rough.
but then again she is usally happy.
Her hand loves to be held by
any type of hand,
soft, warm, cold, or rough.
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