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My husband Brian's first poem in English, a lovely poem. (Note, I have made a few grammatical corretion on it despite the fact that Brian disagrees with me by claiming poem needs no grammar. )

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My mother is coming.
Let me stop playing and hurrying up to go to bed.

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Our teacher is coming.
Let’s return back to our seats and keep in quiet.

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Beautiful girls are coming.
I’d like to talk with them and be friend with them.

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My cute granddaughter is coming.
Let me stop reading and playing with her.