Friday morning we had to work on a poem, the lines are arranged by; Title, Adjectives, Verbs, then a 4 words personal comment. This is a very short poem by the way. We were meant to make a poem for Cross Country.
Cross Country.
Tiring, exhausting, hard.
Sprinting, running, jogging, dying, nausea, dizzy.
I don’t like it.
By Akmal.
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