Day 17

Friday morning on the bus I saw the best poem ever. I tried to memorize it, but wasn't completely sure, so the Seattle Times had to fill in the blanks.

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by Giovanni Paredes, age 6

I dreamt that a zebra was talking to me
I gave him some food
And walked away
The zebra followed me
I yelled, "GO BACK!"
He didn't want to go back
But he went back
Ate some grass
And then drove off
In a red monster truck