Roll and Write a poem: Nuclear Free NZ

 People angrily protesting

 yelling, murmuring,

anxious and careful,

nervous, scared and cold.

Seagulls flying above our heads

clouds turning grey.

The annoying squawks irritate me.

Big mad waves thrashing around,

gushing through the sea.

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