Midnight

Midnight short poem

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Midnight is fun
With all the wrappers and covers
All the extra cloths
All the extra socks
All the extra shorts
All the extra mittens
The rain is going
The moon is up high
MIDNIGHT
Is as dark as a rat
The crows are crowing
the owls are owling
The crickets are cricketing
The frogs are hoping and frogging
The noise is high at MIDNIGHT
MIDNIGHT

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I am Tooki Gbenro- Adegbite, a 10 year old boy. I live in Nigeria and I attend Ibadan International school. I started writing poems at age 7 with my teacher, anti Mina. She inspired me by the way she commends me and appreciates my work. When I write poems it makes me feel lively. I write because it is fun. I hope you enjoy my poems.
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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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Tooki… this is so beautiful and strong .The lines,’ With all the wrappers and covers’ wraps up the entire midnight! ! Just wonderful. Looking forward to reading more.

JOLAOLU
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Tooki this is brilliant . I am looking forward to your next poem.

minakshi.balasubramaniam
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Tooki…looking forward to reading more poems by you…You have a brilliant style and please continue!

Omotoke_Gbenro-Adedgbite
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Good work Tooki . keep it up

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