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by Emily Wagstaffe:
Listen to the tree’s story
As the wind whispers to the leaves
And the bark taps back to the woodpecker.
The branches criss cross and argue
About who goes where
As the leaves express themselves
In their colours
The roots search under the soil
For their voices
Then it falls silent
When it blends in to the
Black night
Twit two
by Madeline Wort:
You’re happy
I’m sad
You make me frown
All you ever do
Is put me down
You’re nasty
You’re cruel
You make me look like a fool
You think it makes you look cool
So why is your final aim
To make me cry
At night I stare at the sky
Wondering why.
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