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R Mohammed Aydin Agfa 3 E I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain And it dripped on my head And flowed into my brain And all that I hear as I lie on my bed Is the slishity shosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly I walk very slow I can’t do a hand stand I might overflow. So, pardon wild crazy thing, I just said I’m just not the same since then. Abhinav Rajesh 2 A Shells are hard, some are small Shells are different, beautiful in all. Some are white, coloured too Some have polka dots and lines too. Pretty shells are hard to find, Oh! What I’ll give to get a few in hand. Shells do break, if you throw them hard. So, take care and keep them safe. global public school 47