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Who is it? By: Frances Ramirez When not a soul is home they start to play All Start to play running to and fro turning every second into a second in heaven SLAM! Every one runs back and pretend to only sit and stare who knows what they do when we sleep even if I say a peep they freeze JEEZE! Sigh‌ Well! see ya later Hee hee little gator

Who is it?  

Who is it? is a poem about my imagination about toys.