I wonder if I will get rich.
I hear the sea rolling in and out.
I see Tuatara class.
I want to be rich.
I am sensitive and independent.
I pretend to be Mr A.
I feel hurt and sad sometimes.
I touch my bike.
I worry about my bike.
I cry about nothing.
I am sensitive and independent.
I say yes if I think so.
I dream about puppies.
I try to do nothing because I am good at everything.
I hope to drive.
I am sensitive and independent.

Nice work Thomas - at least someone understands mummy!!!
ReplyDeletei really like your poem thomas keep up the good work (:
ReplyDeleteI wonder if i will be rich too
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