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My Book Of Poems

by Ronan W

Pages 6 and 7 of 29

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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit
Not a gross wormy hole a hobbit hole
Which means comfort
It had a green door with a yellow handle
Inside it was like a tunnel that never ended
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I took a crisp bite of the cookie
The scent was tempting
I heard the satasfiying crunch
Music to my ears
Crispy feel excites me
The ooze of the chocolate
Melting in my mouth
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