He was caught in a quagmire
He was unsure what to do
The intense heat was around him
How could he come through?
He juxtaposed the options
And begin to truly think
Did he want to do something atrocious
Or did he want to stink
The mohair from his sweater
Fell onto the street
And his bright yellow socks
Started melting from the heat
He finally moved his foot
Knowing that wasn’t what he wanted
But what would help him
So he would not get daunted
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Nice! Why did you have to use big words? Juxtapose? Quagmire?
BTW that is my son writing not me. He is using his language arts words to practice
From where you guys find your words🧐🧐
Haha ok 🙂 Good job!
😊thank you for reading
lol – he takes his language arts class seriuosly 🙂
Ohhhh..then i think i should join him coz my English is kinda so so🤷🏻♀️
haha – i will let him know
It’ll be great…may be he also needs a companion🤗
Sure. You can visit his site and comment it there. I will let him know 😊🌸
Brilliant … pure description…
Thank you so much for your kind words for him 😊🌸
Most deserving!!
My pleasure
Thank you 😊🌸
Great! I have told my entire family about how well your son writes. I am still amazed by his writing ability. 💛💛
You are so kind dear. Love and blessing to you ❤️
Thank you. You are so good. 💛
You are too kind ❤️😊