March Poem by Stef Lynn
March
March is here before you know it.
Planes will be flying from an airplane kit.
Luck of the Irish is in everyone.
No matter if you get or don't get gold you still have fun.
March only has thirty one days.
March has so many unquie ways.
Before you no it, it ends so soon.
So when it ends I do hope you see the last of the March moon.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: airplane,fun
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