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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.
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