Thursday, 18 June 2015

My Winter Acrostic Poem


White snow and icy puddles are everywhere.
 Icy trees and chilly breeze are all in the winter.
 Nice hot milo is nice in the winter by the fire. 
The ice is as cold as a freezer. 
Everything is ice and snow.
 Ride sleds down the hill with snow in my face.
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