WEN: 4F3003
Exhibitor Name: austin nicolas
Division: Creative Writing--
Class: 03 Poetry (13-17 y
Nana interrupted, “I’ll get it myself,” She tried to open her door so she could escape, Oh no Might she slip on an ice shelf? Dad locked the door, our worry took shape. We were in a blizzard, Nana was eighty six, We were on a highway, Nana had a troubled heart, An adventure with Nana was always fill of shiticks, The day was as always quite the work of art.
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