I think of all the things I have,
I like my pockets best.
Pockets hold just everything
and they give your hands a rest.
I never know just what I'll find,
what special things I'll see
to put inside my pockets ~~
these are treasures, just for me.
When Mommy's doing laundry though,
she says sometimes it's scary
finding rocks and frogs and beetles
and my spiders that are hairy.
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Very beautiful Emmy!
Love your pocket poem! Seems that pockets are everywhere these days. Reminds me of all the pocket fun I had with Pre-K classes in the past!
scrumptious pockets. wonder what surprises they will hold.
o ja..zakken waar je niet weet wat er in zit...nou de mijne vol honden koekjes...
wat een leuk gedicht!
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