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My Neighbors
My Neighbors
By Kyle Byrd
My neighbors be out side playing with each other
I be in the house playing my game with my brother.
But across the street
My friends be playing basketball
Sometimes I go over there
Then we see this old man
We don’t know his name
But we do know were he live
He walk very slow.
A few days after that
me my mom and my brother met him
He cant talk because he is very old
but he is very nice he
looks scary but he is nice