Monday, February 11, 2013

My Poem

By: Cole Groshens
 
Tools touch the hand,
pop the nail
save the time.
 
Tools free the captured
welcome a level
Clean the grime
 
Tools golden and rough
Latest and old
Tools, a neccessity,
to  break the mold.
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  1. Mrs. LannenFebruary 17, 2013 at 9:05 PM

    Nice job with the rhyme, and I love the last lines "Tools, a necessity to break the mold."

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