Treasure Island

Super Girl


Books


books books books in the morning
books books books in the morning
books books books in the morning
and read all along renew it
and read all along.

books books books in the afternoon
books books books in the afternoon
books books books in the afternoon
and read all along renew it
and read all along.

now lets all read boooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkssssssssssss! ! !
they are awesommmmeeeeeeeeeeeee
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaa aaaaaahhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Submitted: Saturday, September 01, 2012

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its about books like how you read books in the morning and then in the afternoon and then youtellus how much you love books.I love books do you? if you do send me a message on poemhunter and tell me why.

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