Yesterday was the worst day of my life! The singing inspector came. He is honestly the worst most hateful person in the world. Seriously, it's like he's allergic to everything,so he hates everything. He called me and Charles up first. We did not know a single song. He shouted,what can you sing? Charles said we can sing pretty Polly. Our singing was terrible
Dear Luke i like your blog its funny and how does the song pretty Polly go? Where you nervous when he called you up to sing to him? It would also be nice if you added more writing
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Hi Luke i loved your poem and i can see you put alot of effort on it and you used your imagination
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