thought I'd post a few poems from his book through out the week.
Oh, Spinach, I dislike you
I don't like your slimy taste
and if my mom would let me,
I'd mix you into paste.
Oh, Ice cream, I love you,
I love your mint chips,
and if my mom would let me
I'd eat it till I did flips.
By: Logan
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