Justyna’s poem 3/8/2017
Today I am sick.
What a dreadful day.
I had a tummyache.
How am I going to rest?
My eyes are droopy,
My brain is tired.
Oh poor me.
I want to knit, but I am sick.
I need to stay in bed.
What a terrible news.
I am not feeling well.
Go to the doctor.
I am tired.
I want to sleep.
I want to knit.
I can’t do anything when I am sick.
Poor me.
Poor me.
I don’t want to be sick again.
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