i chose to write some thing :a poem
the air brushing in my hair.
as i run into the BLACK bear.
i ran to the house.
as quiet as a mouse.
how will i explain this to mum.
i will just sit in the corner and suck my thumb.
dad will understand i am pretty sure.
maybe i will have to thing some more.
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