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I remember when

I remember when my dad taught me how to ride my bike

when I was 2 years old. I still had traning wealls. One year

later when I was 3 my dad taught me how to ride my bike.

my dad said first you have to get your balance first.

And next you have to paddle. Now I am good

at riding my bike.

Anger

anger is dark black

the taste of black ink

the smell of a smally sock

A garden of dead flowers

It souds like angry person

anger

Rowing
paddle deep in the water
men geting redy to row
bang! gose the gun
boats zoming though the water
oars cuting through the water like glass
rowing hard out
coach shouting to the rowers
200 meter to go
100 mater to go
New Zeland wins

The gark night ship

On one cold night there was was a poor boy who lived on the street he did not have a nameso he named him self
luka. luka was a beger. Evry day luka would beg for a little crumb but no one gave him anthing . one day a tall man wald up to luka
.gkn