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I think Amanda likes me.I think Amanda cares. Today she kicked my lunch box half way down the stairs.I think Amanda likes me.I think it's really true.At the hallway fountain, she spit water on my shoe. I think Amanda likes me. I knew it when she said she thinks I'm gross,disgusting, and and a total cootie-head. this poem made laugh.

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a water-
fall
is very
tall
it starts
out
at the
top
it falls
and
falls an
falls
and falls
until
it has to
STOP
and then it
does
a kind of HOP a CRASH a SMASH
a giant SPLASH!
Jan Bransfield Graham
this made we feel exited
dil

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Georgie's face was never clean
Georgie smelled like gasoline.
Kissing Georgie
Might fine!
Just like kissing Frakenstein!
Georgie, Georgie,
Wash your face,
Or we'll kick you out
Of the human race:
Not because you're ugly,
Not because you're cute,
Just because your dirty ears
Smell like rubber boots!
-Dennis Lee

This poem made me laugh because the tone was funny.

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woke up at eight-- oh no i overslept! i ran for the bus but the bus had left. but then i forgot where my class room was. finally found it, opened the door--My teacher turned into a dinosaur! the dinosaur roared "Sit down at your desk ! pick up a pencil, 'cause we're having a test!"all the kids were staring and siting in there rows i looked down and i saw I'd forgotten my clothes the dinosaur frowned and stared to shake me, turned into my mom who was trying to wake me. Hey sleepyhead Tommy's here to play, why aren't you up? its Saturday." fills me with laughter
--carol diggory shie

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We had a field trip yesterday,
An annual event.
This year was really special,
Were all happy that we went.
We visited a factory
To watch candy being made,
And saw a million lollipops
On a colorful parade.

We saw a vat of chocolate
That they warmed so it would melt,
And endless gumdrops
On a great conveyor belt.
They gave us lots of samples,
And we giggled, roared, and squealed----
Our field trip was exciting,
Though we never saw a field,
oh and it makes me hungry shylah

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Joan Bransfield Graham

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He looks like a
Hot dog
Wiener dog
Frankfurter-
Frank
This poem makes me feel happy

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Krishiv
I made a mess.
I let it go.
I used more toys.
The mess did grow.

I lost some crayons.
I spilled some glue.
I pulled out some books
The clutter grew.

And every time
that I would play
I did not put my things away.

Soon stuff  covered
all the floor.
" That's what," I said,
"the floors are for."

Junk all around,
Mess on each shelf.
Till the day I could not
find myself!

---Karen Jo Shapird

This poem made me feel that everyone should keep their surroundings clean.

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Billy Batter
what's the matter?
How come you're so sad?
I lost my cat
In the laundromat
And a dragon ran off with my dad!
My dad--
A dragon ran off with my dad

Billy Batter
What's the matter?
How come you're so glum?
I ripped my jeans
On the Coke machine,
And a monster ran off with my mum,
My mum-- A monster ran off with my mum!

Billy Batter
Now you're  better--
Happy as a tack!
The dragon's gone
To Saskatchewan
The monster fell
IN a wishing well;
The cat showed up
With a newborn pup;
I fixed the rips
With potato chips,
And my dad and my mum came back
Came back--
My dad and my mum came back.

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Eyes bore deep down to the soul speaking what we cannot bear to know.... this poems makes me feel sad.

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'T was brillig, and the slithytoves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths ot grabe

Lewis Caroll
safe

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Of all the birds in America, It isn't any wonder Why Pigeons are the expert birds You never should stand under.
---- J. Patrick Lewis
This poem made me feel aware of surroundings.

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carissa curry

Twitter-Twitter Screech Gulp Chee-Chee-Chee Aw Aw Aw Brrrt Brrrt Chaychit- chaychit Weep Weep C'maw C'maw churp churp Weeeeet! sometimes i wish i spoke bird

this poem makes me feel fresh because i think that it is early

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runny fad a hamily matter of fact, he had a sother and two bristers, a dummy and a mad his mamma fed him marrot cilk and parrot cie and such, and all

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this chipmunk does not dine, does not idle, does not linger, has no time for chits and chats, nibbling bits of this and that.

Then, suddenly . . .

a chipmunk dash past my feet, a furry flash
sneaks a piece, races back, chewing fast, a pancake feast in chubby cheeks.

by Kristine o' O'Connell
Axel

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I must remember...
Turkey on Thanksgiving,
Pudding on Christmas,
Eggs on Easter,
Chicken on Sunday,
Fish on Friday,
Leftovers, Monday.
But ah, me -- I'm such a dunce.
I went and ate them all at once.

By: Shel Silverstein
It made me feel want to laugh.

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  For the love of the game                

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  For the love of the game                

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----Copied by Atticus----
When he was just a little boy when he was just a kid Michael saw a basketball and this is what he did...
FROM NORTH CAROLINA, AT GUARD, SIX-SIX, MI - CHAEL JORDAN!
For the love of the game he rises from the chair
he steps to the court he greets his team he takes his stance he makes his move
he slaps the ball from clutching hands snaps it to a friend helps his team win he forgets to obey the law of gravity jumps not up and down but up and up and up, then stops
stands right there on a little piece of air will he shoot from the left will he shoot from the right? which hand will he use tonight? he sails higher, holds the ball above the bucket, and slam! jams it through the net
before he lands, smooth as a gliding plane, then turns and smiles
at the memory of flying.
for the love of the game at life
--I felt cool and normal--

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Some of the girls are playing jacks.Some are playing ball. But small Narcissa is not playing Anything at all. Small Narcissa sits upon a brick in her backyard and looks at tiger lilies, and shacks her pigtails hard. First she is an ancient queen in a pomp and purple veil. Soon is a singing wind. And, next, a nightingale. How fine to be Narcissa , A-changing like all that! While sitting still, as still, as still,as still Anyone ever sat! This story made me feel good.

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I asked for a hot dog with everything on it, And that as my big mistake, Case it came with a parrot, A bee in a bonnet, A wristwatch, a wrench, and a rake. It came with a goldfish, A flag, and a fiddle, A frog, and a frog porch swing, And a mouse in a mask That's the last time I ask For a hot dog with everything.
it made me feel funny

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A wave sneaks up to snatch my toes then turns around and back it goes. Next a splash to wet my legs... "Come out, come out," each breaker begs. Push and pull, " Okay, you win!" Skip, flop, PLOP! Now I'm ALL in!
-Joan Bransfield Graham
this poem made me feel calm.
dil

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At the edge of The dogwoods are blooming Like white surf tumbling From a light green sea

By. James Stevenson

this poem makes me feel natured.

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We´re shaking maracas
And beating drums,
We´re tapping on tables
With fingers and thumbs,
We jingle our bells,
And play with tambourines,
We rattle our bottles
Of buttons and beans

We´re blowing our whistles
And tooting Kazoos,
We´re clanging our cymbals
As loud as we choose,
We stomp up and down
On the floor with our feet . . . . .
We love making music,
The sound is so sweet.

this makes me feel joy and freedom. :) sorry almost forgot...... shylah

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Rose's are red
Violets are blue;

Similar spot are appearing on you
Wallace Tripp
it made made feel happy

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Yellow lab like taxi cabs and golden marmalade, butterflies and fire flies and home made lemonade. Yellow hay and sunshine rays are things she likes to lay in. And piles of leaves from aspen trees are what she likes to play in.
By: Peggy Archer
This poem makes me feel happy!

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-Zoe-

Hurry Grandma hurry,
Grandma look at me,

I'm right side up, I'm upside down,
I'm swinging from a tree.
I'm jumping like a squirrel,
Grandma please don't worry,
Grandma please don't cry.

Hurry Grandma hurry,
see what I can do,
I'm roller-skating backwards
across the avenue.
Here's a luscious little bug,
I think I'll take a bite ---
Grandma stop your screaming,
everything's all  right.

Hurry Grandma hurry,
Grandma watch me please,
I'm climbing up a ladder,
I'm dangling by my knees,
I found this giant spider
that was stuck in globs of paint,
Grandma take a closer look--
whatever made you faint?

I felt cheery when I read this.

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Today's the day
that summer comes.
Good-bye to cold;
hello to sun!
Hello to rose
and vines of green,
to lettuce leaves-
oh, hello beans!
Today's the day for climbing trees,
for jumping rope
and skinning knees,
for swinging high,
and skipping fast,
and reading
books
outside
at last.

This poem fills me with joy!