Today in our writing workshop we were told to write a poem about an object in the room. I was sitting by a state of Texas rug so here we go:
The state of Texas
is big
like a fat, hungry pig.
It's hot
like chili in my crockpot.
It's cold
like ice cream in my mouth.
I like the state of Texas
because that's where I live.
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