Rosie's first poem


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A log log time ugoe threr lived a qeen.
That wos green. Bcose she wos ile.
From her qwilte. There where fly s in it there wos a borll at the palace. The drncer s sead goodnoos.Bcose the qween for wunce wos not
greeeen.And wos playing the boggow drum.
With her bum.


by Rosie


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