My poem. By Lexy canela
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Last published Thu, Apr 18, 2013
So when I was in 8th grade. Our teacher said write a poem about something or someone you love. I freaking love hot Cheetos so thats why I wrote my own poem. Written by ME!(: Hope you like(;
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