The Flee
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Reilly Valentine, Grade 3
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Poetry
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2017
The flee
A flee a flee, it can’t be me
From cat to dog it jumps so free
It’s here and there it’s everywhere
It darts in and out of the hair
A flee a flee, it’s so hairy and green
I’ve seen that flee beam past so keen
BOOM !!!!!!!! crash!!!!!!!! went the flee
I jump into dog hair, scratch scratch! HeHe!