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The farm was quiet. Rachel was warm inside. “ let’s make biscuits” Rachel cried. The soldier was cold outside. “ let’s make biscuits for dad “. Rachel sat on the bench. “let’s” Rachel said. Her dad hid in a trench. Rachel licked the spoon. The “BOOM” was real loud. The soldiers heard a “BOOM”. Her dad was really proud. By Monique


Anzac poem (3)