Tuesday, January 24, 2012

My life as a helmet English 9 Poem

My Life as a Helmet

I get hit and smashed,
scraped and bruised,
cracked  and chipped,
when somone crashes and falls.
I have saved many lives.
I have one of the worst jobs,
taking the place and protecting your head
from the cold,
hard,
unforgiving ground.

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