Miss edmunds

This is bout miss edmunds in the bridge to terabithia

Her long black hair
As black as the night
Her thick rimmed glasses
To help with her sight

She wears pretty dresses
Decorated with flowers
Her soft sweet music
Bringing magical powers

Her music he loves
His heart all a mess
Thinks of her daily
Oh, poor little Jess

Shes sits in the classroom
Playing her guitar
She talk to Jess
Thinking he's a star

She looks like a hippe
But not to Jesse
Her long flowing hair
That is never so messy

The End

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