Glaring Day
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Ashlee Reimerink, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2015
Pigs come running, running.
The wind is blowing sway, swaying.
Cats go meow meow.
The cats go ching ching.
The tigers go roar,roar.
The cats go raw but they are poor.
Yet the alligator goes chomp, chomp.
The sun is glaring light.