This week we were writing poems about fruit my fruit was a kiwi this is mine
A kiwi feels like sand paper its as rough as concreet it is as silant as a room with no one in it
its smell is like the deep,blue sky
its coulour is like light brown
it feels heary like an animal with fur
if you push it in it will crack and leek
its shape is an overly circle
its simeler to an baseball
its delishes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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