rebecca oneill Poems

one day i was walking home it was a sound and couldnt see it so i kept walking it came down and hit me and i fanted


it was pretty scary and didnt now what to do i need you to save me thanks
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one night at ten a clock the undertaker died bulid him self a box out of
cardbaord....................................
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first read through your old libaray book then add it to your stew.....................................
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