Misty
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Natasha Tomasich, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2010
Misty is old and grey
Slow but funny
She just lied in the sun all day
With the birds soaring
And sun shining
Hour after she Just lay
Her glooming eyes fixed
sleepily she returned back inside
SLeeping all night for ever more
never again will she watch the birds soar