§EBA$TIAN'§ ROOT BEER FA€TORY

Poem:

Neolithic,

New as the blue sky,
Enthusiastic as a clown
On track on where they’re going
Lovely as a newborn baby
Invisible to bad things
Tired of walking so they settled down
Happy as happy can be
Invented sturdy houses
Caring for their elders

Riddle :

I made sturdy houses,
I hade a community
I settled down
I traded
I also had jobs like farming
What time am I ………..

I always moved form place to place
I lived in tents
I didn’t have a big community
I hunted for food
I couldn’t trade for materials
What am I …………

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