Sunday, April 09, 2006

This is poetry.

Somewhere I love to go is to the beach.

I love to go to Saugerties because I get to go for a walk in the woods.

Somewhere I love to go at the end of the day is home to where my loved ones are.

Somewhere I love to go is to the mall.

I love to go to Rochester because you are there.

Somewhere I love to go is the beach.

I hate to go to my urologist because he sticks his finder in places that make me dizzy.

I love to go to CPMS because I get to see Paris.

Somewhere I go every day is to the bathroom.

Somewhere I go every day is deep in thought.

I love to go to Ocean City MD because that is where I'm going to move and start my life.

I love to go to the mall because it's my time for me.

I hate to go to the dentist. He always tells me there's something wrong. Now I'm going to lose my wisdom teeth and it's all I can think about. I think my teeth are FINE!

Somewhere I love to go is to sleep because it is in my dreams that the world is all mine.

I love to go to Wildwood, NJ with my family.

Somewhere I hate to go is the basement of my apartment building.

I hate to go for long drives in the car.

I love to go to the beach because you can relax and soak up all the rays you want.

I love to go tanning because it relaxes me.

I love to go to work because I get to spend time with my kids!

I loved to go to sleep with my thumb in my mouth, the cold sheet safely between my fingers. The boogie man could never get me here. And my mom would kiss me goodnight. Warning me I was getting too old to suck my thumb.

--Class poem written in-class following Kristyn H's writing prompts, April 6.

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