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Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.

Bath, go, house, know, mouse, wrath.

Begin the Beguine! By L. Don Oliver

A flight of scavengers, Circling above my __; I Can't smell any odor, Perhaps an unlucky __;

Their choice of my abode, This I may never __; Soaring in their little circle, As around and around they ;

Slowly they begin descending, Espying their apparent __; Realizing upon their approach, It's time to take a _;

Previous Poem.

Lindsey! By L. Don Oliver

She's the beautiful ballerina, Pirouetting around the floor; A crowd of one stands and cheers, Then he screams for more;

Dancing the Swan Lake, Like no other could; Performing all the movements, That a lovely ballerina should;

Her arms fluttering gently, As she glides upon her toes; Marveling at the magic, As around and around she goes;

Her tiny little skirt swaying, Like a gentle morning breeze; The glory of the moment, Is all she wants to seize;

Excuse me for a moment, To wipe a tear from my eye; Her performance was so beautiful, That it may me cry;

Of course there's pride within me, Pride to always be told; This beautiful ballerina is my grand-daughter, Lindsey is seven years old;


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