Here are two by Grace...
Rocks
Rocks fall down
With color crashing
Sun shine rises upon the mountain
Of rocks falling rolling
Put together to look big. Small rocks,
And big rocks go together to make
Things. And butterflies glow.
And the moon rises
By the midnight sky
Glowing.
My Pencil
My pencil is
Bright red. It's
As sharp as a
Nail. When it's
Dull you need
To sharpen it.
When you feel
Like it's sharp
Enough you pull
It out.
Thanks, Grace!
Have a good night, everyone!
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