Friday, 27 November 2015

   My poem                  By Max.I see the waves crashing on the tide line. I feel the sand blowing in gust like pins and needles against my flesh.I see all the abandonedcrab holes and sand castles just sitting there that people have made. I see crayfish sheded skins lying abandoned  in the millions of grains of sand.                 
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