This writing is Bleu’s. Don’t look.
Dear Journal,
Happy New Year. Time runs away so fast! I can’t believe that it is January 1, 2006! My goals for this year are being nicer than I am and keep my room clean every day! I know I can do that until 2007. I know I can.
P.S. I am the king of my room!
My poem for today is called
THE NEW YEAR!
by Bleu Armendariz
It is 2006.
I have my room to fix.
My room is clean
and we worked as a team.
We have some work to do
but I don’t cry boo-hoo!
The day is over.
I slept like a clover.
The End.
2 comments:
thats a good poem bleu! by your best cousin beebo.
so that means i dont have to help u any more? if u ever go to the trailer tell me if our volcano and the stick fort are still there. i like milk! duh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all right. by beebo
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