Oreo

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(Ok. Before EVERYONE ASKS "Pony! Why was this made?!" LET ME TELL YA! This was a bellringer for my class (A bellringer is a tiny bit of work you do when you walk into class) And so it was to make a poem about an Oreo. So I did. AND HERE IT IS NOW LET'S READ!!!!)

Hi my name is Cookie.
I'm an Oreo.
I live with my family.
They're all Oreos too.
We live in a small package,
all tight together.
It is dark,
as the eaters sleep.
But soon,
One of us,
Will be taken in the morning.
We will be going...
Going...
Gone.

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