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The Gull
This is a poem I wrote for school based on a seagull.
Squawking as the sky grows dark,
Making noise and waking me up.
Swooping down over my friends,
Leaving white drops on people’s clothes.
Gliding gently through the sky,
Graceful despite ungainly wings.
Diving speedily to ground,
To grab some food from human hands.
You’re a pest; you can’t stay here,
You steal our food, it’s just not nice.
Seagull, Seagull, Go away!
We’d hate to have you here today.
Making use of what you have,
Using new tools to help you out.
Seagull, Seagull, please don’t go,
There’s much from you we need to know.
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