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I Am Gloria Grace Kennedy

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I am energetic and creative.
I wonder what it is like in different countries.
I hear people laughing at my jokes. Ha, Ha, Ha.
I see the monsters and creatures in the book I am reading.
I want to be able to draw amazing sights.
I am energetic and creative.

I pretend to travel to different places I have gone before.
I feel frustrated when I can't get a line of music I am practicing on my violin.
I touch the scales of my fish when I try to get them out of the pond filter.
I worry about my homework when I can't find it.
I cry when I think about how I am not with my brother in college.
I am energetic and creative.

I understand that one day I will have to decide big choices.
I say we need to reach our full potential.
I dream that I will get through the next class til the end of the day when I go home to see my dogs.
I try to get better at math by doing my homework and having it checked.
I hope that one day I will be a successful musician or cartoonist or engineer.
I am energetic and creative.

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  1. MarkNovember 18, 2011 at 9:42 AM

    Awwww Globeeglo, I miss you too!!! DOn't worry, I'll be home in five days! Love you chiqua!

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  2. John KennedyNovember 19, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    Glo, what a great poem. It is so well done and descriptive. It gives me a look into your young soul. Thanks for doing it and putting it on the blog!

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