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Tuesday 28 May 2013

Defintion Poem

It can soar through the air at great speeds,
This thing a lot bigger than beads.
Hitting the palm of your hand,
And bouncing in the sand.
Flying over the fence,
But only costing a couple cents.
Coming in all the same size,
Getting hit may cause you to cry.
Getting through all the different weather,
This thing is made of leather.

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