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Atlast!, the day has come,
In which I think it's my freedom;
Of course! It is Sunday;
Cartoon Network is waiting for me,
And School books are getting ready,
Playing with friends all day,
And sleeping in a bed which is as soft as hay;
In the evening, for playing I go to the park
Where I always see a lark;
At night I and my family take dinner together,
Which leaves neither,
But the fun has all finished, 'cause,
Monday again tomorrow.
Why always Sunday, is only so small.
, Sayali Saoji
Nagpur, 440010, India
This was a confusing poem I did not like it a bit. Why didn't you write a poem about Saturday.
I didn't like it much either. Why aren't you at church on Sunday?
Good effort to write a poem, but it doesn't look anything like a poem. You've tried to make the words rhyme, but without a certain meter, it's a little hard to read and understand. And the English too isn't good.
Hi!! you have really done a good job at this very young age. I feel instead of criticizing young children, you guys should try to motivate.... Bye!!
Good. This is not only yours but also the inner feelings of everybody.
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