The Rockys,
oh the Rockys.
The ones that start
in Mexico and
end in Canada.
The ones that we
backpacked in.
If we everso do,
get stuck in the
Rockys,we shall have
food and water.
If you everso do,
get to go to the Rockys,
it surly will be a
wonderful sight.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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awww
I really liked this poem.
a great flow to it.
I also like your picture background.
goes well with the poem.
sounds like fun.
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Neato
Neato
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Aw Casey.

But don't want to get stuck in the Rockies! Remember the Donner Party? We went to their memorial.
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You're right,we do'nt
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