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A Little Boy Sat At His Desk
A sweet little boy
sat at his desk,
opened his book
and started his test!
A jumble of numbers
swam in his head,
he wriggled and jiggled
and turned very red!
He picked up his pencil
and started to think,
the answer was missing
he did nothing but blink!
He scribbled a number
then rubbed it out slow
it wasn't the answer,
so he just let it go!
The sweet little boy
gave a small sigh,
he put down his pencil
and started to cry!
Joy Weare.
6th June, 2006.
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