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The Everything N. H
The Everything
The breath is slow, the way he sleeps. The way he knows when I am sad and had a bad day, His green eyes looking into mine. The way he always wants treats and begs by meowing sweetly. When he comes to me and likes to play with his toys. The way he has my heart is all of that! When I walk past him, his eyes are glimmering in the sun.
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N. H., Grade 5 Eagle View Elementary School, Elko New Market Teaching Artist, Frank Sentwali
