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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Poem

I am Tamim.
I wonder if I am what I think I am.
I hear fear.
I see you near.
I want to play.
I am nothing you say.
I pretend to do work.
I feel like i need a meal.
I touch nothing much.
I worry when my eye sight is blurry.
I cry when I say bye.
I understand good and bad.
I say I need a hand.
I dream about ice cream.
I try my best.
I hope I pass the test.


This is my poem. I wrote all this because I do this a lot. 

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