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This is my first poem and its very special to me. Its about a friend from a long time ago.
My Friend Ima
We walk around hand in hand
Smiling happy as can be
We chat together all the time
Though people always stare at me
We play games like hide and seek
that's our favorite game
Ima's very good at hiding
Unless she wants to be found
I can never find her
Ima's very naughty
She makes things happen
Bad things, they scare me
She shaved our cat
She drew on the walls
She stole all our knives
and threw them at people outside
Mommy and Daddy think I did that stuff
No matter how many times
I tell them it was Ima, not me
Only me and Ima know who did it
But Ima is Still my best friend
in the whole world,no one can take her place
Because i'm the only person who see's Ima
But i don't think Ima is Imaginary. I know she's real.
Real and Dangerous.
By Ella
 EllaEllen · Tue Jun 02, 2009 @ 11:15pm · 0 Comments |
