Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Wednesday, 12 April 2017
Tuesday, 21 March 2017
Metaphor Poem
Jazz is a school bus,
always going in different
directions.
Jazz is a river,
Always going with the
flow.
Jazz is a flower,
Always blooming.
Always blooming.
Jazz is a pretzel,
sometimes salty.
Look there and there!
A gymnastics mat, that
must be jazz!
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
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