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Thankful For By Emma I see flowers. I hear dreams Talking to me. I feel that weight Is lifted off my shoulders when I go to my secret place. I hear Drums when my dad isn’t’ drumming. At bedtime I color then I read. When I am done my parents come And tuck me in. Then I snuggle Tight with my koalas and I Go to sleep. I taste what I Had for dinner. I wish I was In Australia. I think what I am Thankful for. |