Poem:
Hockey Dockey
Skippidy Blue
The clouds seem so grey
The glass is made of clay,
There is nothing to do
So what shall we do?
Shall we walk or talk?
Or laugh are hearts off?
If not,
What shall we do?
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Made By: XxAlthenaZxX
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Rhyming Poem
Hockey Dockey
Skippidy Blue
The clouds seem so grey,
The glass is made of clay,
There is nothing to do
So what shall we do?
Shall we walk or talk?
Or laugh our hearts off?
If not,
What shall we do?
Made By: Lilia02
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