This is a poem I wrote, you have to say it on a certain note. ~Madison E.
Creeps Creep
Creeps Creep,
Leeps Leep,
Meeps Meep,
Beeps Beep,
Weeps Weep,
Fleeps Fleep,
Neeps Neep,
Cheeps Cheep,
Eeeps Eeep,
Heeps Heep,
Seeps Seep,
Deeps Deep,
Veeps Veep,
I wonder why,
they do these things,
they are so strange,
when they make their bings.
I sometimes think,
I have a sound,
but then I remember I’m on mound,
of dirt right in the open space,
and when I speak,
no one sees my face.
Roxy, our dog, in the snow.
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