Duraiz

Do-Whacky-Do By Duraiz 2nd September 2010 Do-whacky-do. I can’t go with you. I’m off to find a dinosaur clue. Do-whacky-do. I can’t go with you. I’m off to school at Point View. Number Poem One is the number of mouths I have. Two is the number of twins in our class. Three is the number of ice-cream scoops. Four is the number of people in my family. Five is the number of candles on a cake. By Duraiz Winter is the season of…….
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I see icy snow. I hear crashing thunder. I smell gooey mud. I feel cold water. I enjoy the warm fire.