The exquisite and eloquent written word of the supremely talented middle school and high school classes of Pacific Horizons School.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Poem: Iron, Iron, Iron
When I'm sleeping, it's very cold When I'm awake, it's very hot I curl and twirl I straighten and iron Night and day, everyday I'm always in a haze Silky smooth, or a frizzy mess I'll make it the best
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