This is a poem my daughter wrote last year for a class assignment at her school.
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Memories
I am from the old piano at my grandparents house. From chocolate chip cookie dough and steaks on the grill. I am from the sunroom at the back of my house. Bright and sunny, the flowers you see are beautiful. I am from the crab apple tree in my grandparents back yard. Not very tall, the sour apples taste delicious. I am from singing hymns with my ...