The waves are as high as a house.
The sand burns my feet like the sun is on the ground.
Mosquios biting me on my feet like crabs clicking their claws.
By Sophie
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
Summer
The sun heats the sand like fire .
The waves are as high as a house.
The sand burns my feet like the sun is on the ground.
Mosquios biting me on my feet like crabs clicking their claws.
The waves are as high as a house.
The sand burns my feet like the sun is on the ground.
Mosquios biting me on my feet like crabs clicking their claws.
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What a wonderful line this ..like crabs clicking their claws. Fantastic writing - Miss P
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