This poem is about the color Apricot. It was a challenge for me to do in school because we had to do a color that was not familiur to us and it could not rhyme. Hope you enjoy it!!

Apricots are juicy delicious treats,

perfection cookie dough, and

marshmellowy rice crispy treats.

Apricot is one of the rugs in my house,

with lots of build a bear toys,

contellations and the moon.

It's the smell of a beautiful white

christmas too.

The salt in the salty blue ocean, and

the gum that is still in the wrapper.

The lovely weatherd morning when

some people go apple picking.

When we eat our breakfast.

And also something sweet like this poem.

The End

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