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El sol y la luna y los girasoles Kendy de Lourdes Cerón, 10 años
Todas las noches los girasoles despiertan…
Para aprender lo que La luna en lo alto de las nubes enseñaba Pero la luna solo les enseñaba la vocal “o”.
Los girasoles ya estaban Aburridos de la vocal Un día aunque no había luna Apareció el sol que les dijo Yo les enseñare y les enseño Todas las vocales. Un girasol le pregunto ¿De que palabra viene la Letra “e”? y respondió la letra Viene de la palabra tierra.
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El sol y la luna y los girasoles
Kendy de Lourdes Cerón, 10 años
Todas las noches
los girasoles despiertan…
Para aprender lo que
La luna en lo alto de las nubes enseñaba
Pero la luna solo les enseñaba la vocal “o”.
Los girasoles ya estaban
Aburridos de la vocal
Un día aunque no había luna
Apareció el sol que les dijo
Yo les enseñare y les enseño
Todas las vocales.
Un girasol le pregunto
¿De que palabra viene la
Letra “e”? y respondió la letra
Viene de la palabra tierra.
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