I Am
I am Winn Dixie
I wonder about opal
I hear thunder storms
I see the preacher
I want to smile
I am Winn Dixie
I pretend to listen to the libarian
I feel clean and new
I touch my new red colar
I worry about Opal
I cry during thunderstorms
I am Winn dixie
I understand you when you talk
I say nothing
I dream about finding rats in the church
I try to eat glorias PP&J Sandwitch
I hope to find a home
I am Winn Dixie
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Cool I am poem... I also wrote about Winn-Dixie. When I read the story he was always on my mind, so I figured Winn-Dixie should be my I am poem too. I like the thuderstorm lines!
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