Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Poem 4 (Activity 4 - Sending A Postcard)
I saw sea shell on the sea shore,
But now it is not like before,
I wonder what had happened,
Does it disappear?
Or too upset with the development?
She sold sea shell on the sea shore,
She now no longer there,
The business is no more,
Everything ruined, she couldn't bare.
We beg you,
Don't dirty the place,
We ask you,
Don't be disgrace,
Let us start with a pace,
And together we make it paradise..
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