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Jim Bob is reading his poem to Dontrell trying to make sure that it sounds right before he says it on stage.
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| YO BRO. im entering the schools poetry contest do you want to here my poem? | |
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| why would I want to hear your stupid poem. poems are nothing but garbage. play some video games or something have some FUN!!! | |
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| POEMS are not GARBAGE. OK please Dontrell I want to make sure my poem is perfect . | |
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| ok Jim Bob let me hear your poem im all ears little bro. | |
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| The sun was shining on the sea, Shinig with all his might: He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright And this was odd, because it was the middle of the night. | |
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| wow Jim Bob you are a good poet I never notied. you actually might have a chance at winning this contest. | |
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