Monday, 13 June 2016

Camp Poem

The camp was usual enough  :it had
Smoke from the cookout,even blackberries I never ate.My friends and I did what girls do-at night talked ontil we couldn’t ,made the teachers heads exploed,loved the horses and complain about the food.
Doing nothing important.
By Jess Mill
Inspired by James K Baxter

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