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Friday, December 8, 2017

Mrs Johnson's poem.

Here's a memory from 3rd grade. Mrs Johnson taught me this poem and I always remember it so clearly.

One bright morning in the middle of the night.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
A deaf policeman heard the noise and shot
and killed those two dead boys.

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