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I have a cute little brother,

Whose name is Ahmad Ali,

I always call him ‘Boy boy’,

Although he is quite a baby.

Politician is his ambition,

Giving speeches to the biggest crowd,

At the PWTC biggest hall,

And make the whole family proud.

He reads the news paper since small,

Also makes all kinds of slide shows,

Wanted to be a butterfly,

And always want to play with snow.

In my opinion,

He is cute and adorable,

Although some people think he is fake,

And he really like chili flakes.

She is my eldest sister,

Although I am slightly taller.

Short for Aeshah,

She claims herself pretty.

Bakes bread which are tasty.

Who is also rather smart.

I like French Loaf,

Because the crust is crunchy,

But the inner part is fluffy.

And it’s tasty with Chili.

I like Italian Breads,

They can be eaten with almost anything,

Make a sandwich with lettuce and tomato,

And maybe with a spread of Pesto.

Breads are really healthy,

You can make them by yourself,

It is cheaper anyway,

And it won’t take a day.

There is a beautiful land,

In the Pacific Ocean,

It looks so grand,

It the continent, Centren.

It’s shape like a whale,

Complete with the tail,

With only six states,

And a large castle.

Named after Colorado,

And also West Virginia,

The king and the Queen name it,

I sat at the table,

And stared at my science book,

But later I realised,

There was not where I looked.

I saw a big castle

Across a rushing river,

With a golden apple tree,

And leaves in colour of silver.

I was reaching for a golden apple,

And my mouth was watering,

When I suddenly heard my name,

Then I know I was daydreaming.

It was just another day,

And I was about to play,

With my sister’s white jump rope,

With my brother I play.

That’s when I heard a usual sound,

Of a motorcycle slowing down,

“It is the postman” my brother said,

The postman asked, “Where’s your Dad today?”

I said to the postman,

“He went out yesterday”

He gave us the two letters,

And he went on his way.

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