Wednesday, 18 May 2016

My Cross Country Poem

My cross country poem

The cross country was usual enough; it had the lush grass, the gigantic trees, the cheering people, the bright cones and even the exhausted children. My friends, my classmates and i did what kids do- we happily chatted, we ran until we dropped, cheered for other runners, we demolished our food, did our best, supported each other doing what kids best

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