A cat comes up to her Purring like music “ Can you keep me ? Can you keep me ?” And she did .
— Aria A
Fly
I see a fly . It is flying . It flies on me . The fly flies high up to the sky And then it flies on me It flies every-which-way And it flies up high That pesky fly It flies so high up to the sky . That pest of a fly . It is a pest , that little fly .
— Leeza K
Warrior
As the high kick flies up You wonder , “ Who is that one ?” The warrior is awesome like a fox . The fox is a red as a burning fire . He is still in that gi . He is as still as a statue , Like a white , white statue . He is done . He is now done What shall he do ? He is left in dust in the white-as-snow summer night glow . He practiced night and day . He has hope to play .
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