Wednesday, May 31, 2006
heat
The sping is hot. Is like summer. the day very very hot and dry. The little bite wind out outside and then grass is dary. The newspaper said is risk of thundershower. The grass is cut around the school. The tree leaves little move outside. The heat come the school. The biard sit on the roof on the old gum and wait for nothing. No one like the heat. Soon be the summer. some day The bug like the heat and like to attacking human.
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