Jupiter is my flashlight, all the way around.
The moon is my desk, when work comes around.
The stars are my pillow, soft and fluff.
The night is my peaceful time to sit down and write.
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Olivia wrote this story in school
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Hey - great poem, kiddo! Keep it up. Love Kel
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