The oak tree was normal enough, it had
Some leaves,pointy green planet, sharpwood an old park that was creepy.
Me and my family did normal things that we do ate lunch climb the oak tree told jokes lite fireworks and had a race doing nothing inportant.
You've got some good description in your memoir poem and it's structured in a similar way to our model poem by James K Baxter, well done. It might be a good idea to publish your writing with an image, too. Keep up the good work, Frazer ;)
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