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My fingerprint looks like a spinning tornado.
It looks like a black hole,
A doodle drawn by a two-year-old.
Cave drawings written one million years ago.
A badly drawn circle.
My fingerprint looks like an amoeba.
Daniel, 5th grade
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Fingerprints Everywhere
I
see glitter glue like the sparkling sun,
sun rays with something fun.
Bubbles like the most beautiful rainbow,
cat scratches and melting sparkling snow.
I see splashes of water on a spiral strip farm.
A kangaroo pouch with lots of arms.
And a sandy beach with no water around.
Splashes of paint on a cemented ground.
Spirals on TV, and someone trying to put their hand on CDS.
Samantha, 4th grade
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Little highways connected to my hand
Going around in circles,
Showing us who we are.
It gives us a grip on things.
And classifies us into groups.
Grip, grip, grip, grab, grab, grab
Will,
5th grade
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Fingerprint
Looks different in ways we’d not known.
Leaves a mark on metal and wood.
Everyone has one.
And there are different ones too.
There in all, which do you choose?
Brett, 5th grade
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My Fingerprint
My
fingerprint tan and wavy
Looks like a bumpy dirt road.
It is like a speech bubble, only indented.
It is also a figure of eight.
And a grape field in the middle of nowhere.
Cole, 4th grade
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My Fingerprint
My
fingerprint looks like a dusty old desert.
A swirling vortex.
A rocky and snowy mountain.
Lots of wrinkly leather.
Long ocean currents.
Brandon, 5th grade
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Scary Thumb
Endless swirling contours.
Complex lines so hard to follow
Miles and miles of rippling sand
Long deep cracks
madly whirling around.
Monique, 6th grade
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Fingerprint
Small curves line the tiny oval
Loops whirl around as if they were flowing in a breeze.
A rainbow silhouettes the oval.
Waves splash and swirl.
A tornado erupts the silence and hypnotizes you.
Lenox, 5th grade
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Fingerprint
Short, small, detailed, lines, loops
Tiny hills everywhere.
Curves sit there as if they were the wind.
Little crops planted in rows, waiting to be harvested.
Rivers crossing this way and that.
Intersections of roads.
Coils and coils of rope in a perfect row.
A huge city boiling with life.
A frog sits there undisturbed.
Rainbows flash through the sky.
Sails on a boat, waiting to catch the wind.
Chains are coiled in tight circles.
My grandmother's face sits and looks at me.
Alexis, 5th
grade
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Fingerprint
It
looks like a tree stump.
I use it to push buttons.
I hold things with it
It reminds me of a group of mountains standing tall and strong.
It is like a snake slithering around.
It makes me think of spaghetti, then I get hungry.
It looks like cave drawings that cave men drew long ago.
It could be a scar I got when I scraped my finger.
It is like a soda bottle with Pepsi in it.
It looks like waves in the ocean when the sun is setting.
It is like a very tasty candy cane with red and white stripes.
I like to think it is a racetrack with horses racing wildly.
It sounds like snap, snap, snap it is snapping all day long.
Mikayla, 4th
grade.
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My Index Finger
Skin
of a lizard, crawling across the desert sand.
A pyramid in a hot desert.
Rivers slowly cutting into the ground.
Waves of water, rippling across the water’s surface.
A long, skinny finger.
Small sets of waves on the shore.
Mountains, rocky on the edges.
Lips of a person.
Coils of rope.
This is what my finger reminds me of.
Jacob,6th grade
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Fingerprint
A
fingerprint looks like a race track.
A fingerprint looks like streams.
A fingerprint looks like crop circles.
A fingerprint looks like sand dunes.
A fingerprint looks like snail shells,
A fingerprint looks like pools.
Michael, 4th grade
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Finger Thing
My
fingerprint is like a road.
It is like a snake
It is like waves.
It is like a snail shell.
And it is like a portal.
Austin, 5th grade
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The Eiffel Tower
The
Eiffel Tower is the best place to be.
You get to see the great city of Paris
The stars and dazzling lights overhead are beautiful.
The food is delicious , baguette bread, escargot, wine and champagne.
So come and see the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Lauren, 5th grade
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