On My Street
On My Street On My Street I went to open my window. The city air was cold. A man in a brown hat was selling peanuts. “Hot peanuts!” he called loudly. “Hello, Mr. Rose,” I called from my window. “Hello, Gilbert,” he called back. I saw a man sweeping leaves. He was singing. He keeps our street nice and clean. I went to help the man in the street. He didn't see me. I pulled on his coat. He turned around. He smiled. “Hello, Dad!” I said. I love the street where
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On My Street
On My Street
I went to open my window.
The city air was cold.
A man in a brown hat was selling peanuts.
“Hot peanuts!” he called loudly.
