My favourite poem was about the bed of a Jedd. It goes:
A Jedd is in bed,
And the bed of a Jedd
Is the softest of beds in the world,
It is said.
He makes it from pom poms
He grows on his head.
And he's sleeping right now
On the softest of fluff,
Completely exhausted
From growing the stuff.
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WOW SO GOOD
ReplyDeleteThank you friend I feel better and better each time I read it
ReplyDeleteMY NAME IS WH! I WISH IT WERE JEDD
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