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Monday, 4 July 2016


Reflection Poem
The sound of the blender swarms my ears.
The wild berries get rapidly injured by the blades.
The hungry trespassers dribble with the thought of the ice cream.
The cold blasting fridge freezes the ice cream in a split second.
Blunt blade struggles to cut through frozen fruit .
The smooth lush wild berry sorbet tastes like success.

By Bronte and Lulu

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