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Friday, September 4, 2020

My Poem #2

  Mischievous


Dark, red, bold and spikey

She had large blood red eyes

Her breath smelt like smoke and fresh blood

Moving as fast as a full tank of gas 

Going 100km per hour

Feels like a cold hand

Slowly making way to your neck

Carries a medal, half joy half fear

Mischievous’s voice is low and frightening

She says “Oooh,I can see you."

1 comment:

  1. i love comodo dragons i learnt all about them when i was your age and i cant see any mistakes so niice goob.

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