Angel Castaneda
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Acrostic poems
Police chase pumpkins.
Use pumpkins to kiss it now.
My mom throughs them around.
Pumpkins are so funny looking.
Kids you must hit them now.
I think pumpkins need a peace of my mind.
Norma stabbed them in the head.
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