My Kites Poem by bobby beddoe

My Kites

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My kites, I made out of old newspapers or new,
Was one thing back then how to make that I knew;
With rags for tails,
String from hay bales,
My kites flew so high they went clean out of view.

Bobby Beddoe; Copyright 2010

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