this poem is about me and my family,
My poem- identity
I hate the wind when it blows,
I only like the little flow.
I like to sleep to my dream,
Dreaming about my hockey team.
I have a father along with a brother,
i have two sisters along with my mother.
i am a gamer without a table,
although i am little i don’t fiddle.
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