I am poem

‘I Am’ Poem

I am a good helper

I wonder if i will be a rich person

I hear toby

I see a light

I want a drink bottle

I am a good helper

I pretend  my toys are real

I feel sick

I touch a cloud

I worry about my soft toy

I cry when my family are away From me

I cry when people die

I am a good helper

I understand that God is real

I say my toys are real

I dream about motorbiking

I try math

I hope I get $100

I am  a good helper

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