Caitlin Woodley
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The Creapy HouseA Poem by Caitlin WoodleyI walk up the long path, Upto the creaking door. Water dripping everywhere the size of a bath, Owner of the old house was clearly poor. Damp and.. |
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The little puppyA Poem by Caitlin WoodleySat at the door Barking for more Asleep on the sofa, Bored Mum mad because he snored Running round mad as a hen Answers to the name of Ben. H.. |
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The great riderA Poem by Caitlin WoodleyGallops for it's life Through the field of yona Rider carries a knife Riders called Mona Running through the battle field fast as a lion Killin.. |
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