Saturday, June 27, 2015

Here is my third poem.                                                                              6/27/15

Window Washers

Window washers today they clean and sing above the spring.
As window washers do. 
But window washers aren't the same as they were yesterday.
Then one shouts, " Whatch out!" 
As one picks up screws.
Window washers wash the windows 
and say, " How do you do? "

Tommorow window washers come
the next week they come to.
As window washers wash the windows 
As window washers do.

By: Caroline Lim

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