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We are all learning together! Great times!

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We are all learning together! Great times!

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All kinds of plants and
animals. Butterflies and birds
fly high in the sky.

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The sunshine gleams so bright & warm,
the sky is blue & clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it
small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them,
and again it's mitten weather.
-poem from CanTeach: a favorite of the Grade 3/4 class at LCS in Saskatchewan

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Puppies are great
Puppies are bad
They are sweet
They are so mad.

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Love is great,
love is bad,
It can can be sad.
It can be happy as long as you dance around to the music and the love,
love is great,
love is bad.

-by Abigail Woitas from Illinios

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Crawl through little skinny places.
Look for things,
They can bring some or leave them.
That is how a he got his name.
Scurried through a the room,
slipped inside a cabinet.
Zipped around Scott's feet
then , ,
Spy.

-a poem created from an old page of a book.

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Spy still looked
but this time he was covered with a light blanket.
The kids waited until the rest of the students began . . .
hustled into the coat room on the first floor.
Buried sweaters and jackets,
Miss Leslie hid in the closet until class.
Then Spy dashed upstairs.

-a poem created from an old page of a book

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Each one was standing alone,
looking stiff and angry,
he had to pass them on the way.
"TRAITOR!"
He had to pass,
didn't say anything.
Just turned his head the other way.
They had the nerve to look at
her in the eyes.

- a poem created from an old page of a book.

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Home
The kids laughing.
It's a beautiful love.

-A poem created from an old page of a book. Matrix, JC, Victor from NC

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No problem, no problem.
I'm not sure you understood me.
It well be a problem unless we get this straight.
I do understand mom.
No exceptions.
Whatever. Whatever space it was, it was too much.
It was too much for me and too much for poor pom-pom.
-A poem created from an old page of a book. -Hunter -Mary (NC)

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Martin's Funeral,

Sad, Sad, Sad!

Cart Pulled by Mules,

Cry, Cry, Cry!

But . . .

Hope and Freedom Still Lives!

- Third Grade Class
from NC

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Twenty-eight Nos

Twenty-nine Tries

One Yes!

Graduated 1849

Proved Them Wrong

First Woman Doctor

-Savanna -Lauren -Arianna (NC)

inspired by "Women Can't be Doctors" by Tanya Lee Stone

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Gravity, Gravity!

Gravity Saves the Day!

If we didn't have gravity,

Everything would Float Away.

The moon and sun would float, float away.

Thank God we have Gravity!

-Logan -Harlee -Bryson -Edwin (NC)
(inspired by Gravity by Jason Chin

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Thunder, Lightning,

Wind Howling,

Rain Pounds Down,

Umbrellas Pop Up!

Rain Stops!

Sun Sneaks Out,

Time for mud jumping fun!
-Mrs. Surratt and Mrs. Coats Kindergarten class from North Carolina
(inspired by Blue on Blue by Dianne White.)