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Tuesday 1 September 2015

Poem

Walt: use our inferencing skills to find meaning in the text

At sun down,
I see my , small and frail.
It likes to warm by the fire and play with balls of yarn.



she sits there all day knitting but she stops to get some fresh cookies out of the oven.

she sits down with her cookies fresh from the oven, knitting and eating it at the same time.

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