My Christmas Travel Plan
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I’m flying south for Christmas
to avoidavoid to keep away from; keep clear of; shun. the winter storms.
I’m heading to the beaches
where the weather’s always warm.
They say we shouldn’t travel now.
At least that’s what I’m told.
But, even so, I have to go;
it’s getting much too cold.
But you don’t need to worry.
I assure you I’ll be fine.
I think that you’ll feel better
once you’ve heard this plan of mine.
I won’t be getting on a plane;
that isn’t safe, I’ve heard.
I’m flying south for Christmas,
and I’m glad that I’m a bird.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 2
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