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Poem

Where I’m from

I’m from sugar, I’m from tea,

I’m from sweets and melodies.

From an ocean without end,

Full of joy and melancholy.

I’m from snowdrops full of light,

From a dark and unsure future.

From the rain which is falling now

And from the sun which is shining above it.

I’m from my family tree,

From my grandparents’ grandparents,

From my mother, from my dad,

From our house in the village.

Diary entry

                                                                                                                            30.09.2011
                Dear Diary
      Today's morning was very cold, so I had to take a coat with me. Of course , at moon it was too warm to  keep it on.
       The scool starts at 8 a.m. and  for me finnishes at 3 p.m. on Fridays. After that I go swimming with my friend.  All was good until she hurts herself by hitting one of the swimmingpoll's walls. We had to return home earlyer than we decided.

        Finnaly, she's fine and the day's over. Friday isn't my favorite day at all.