A am a round snowball
I go soring through the air
when i am contacted
I come in all colors of the rainbow
When i hit the ground
you loose a point
you make a mistake
i am not forgiving
What am I?
A volleyball
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when i am contacted
I come in all colors of the rainbow
When i hit the ground
you loose a point
you make a mistake
i am not forgiving
What am I?
A volleyball
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2 comments:
Angie,
I really like your poem. You like Volleyball alot, huh? Your descriptions of the volleyball really make sense. I like your idea with the font too. It really contrasts well with your background. -Steph
Angie this was a good riddle. knowing that you like volleyball helped me get your riddle. Your description really sounded like a volleyball. Do you play for a team on the other side? Well nice blog.
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