Joy is a peachy color It sounds like bells ring after someone get marred It taste like your grandmothers cookies It smells like the ocean Joy feels like when you wake up on Christmas morning and see presents under the tree.
Josh
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I liked how you wrote your poem. Its not sad or angry, it is happy. Your a good writer, keep doing it. Karissa
3 comments:
I liked how you wrote your poem. Its not sad or angry, it is happy. Your a good writer, keep doing it.
Karissa
I like this poem. I like the examples you use.
Dani
when you get out of the system and go back home you'll feel that joy
Oscar
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