zoe poem
Zoe is a fat present holding in bubbles of
joy tied up with up with a ribbon of happiness
joy tied up with up with a ribbon of happiness
.
Whenever I peep in mirrors
Zoe smiles back at me.
It’s wonderful
Zoe is a racing car zooming along the streets
Like a flash of lightning
Zoe is a plant slowly growing up
into a beautiful flower
Zoe is sherbert that is happy sour and sweet
and pops in your mouth
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