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 Geno's Poem

Driving Down the Street

I'm driving down the street, South 17th Street
It's as crowded as Las Vegas yet as quiet as the moon.
I grab the city paper and get a gallon of milk,
But the milk is as cold as ice and as heavy as a cow.
Fine, but I still need to get some rope and a new doorknob.
I'm driving down the street and my shopping is complete.

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 Vanessa's Poem

I am a building and I am very tall.
I have tall lights on me.
I have a very nice doorway.
I have bricks.
I have circles.
I hate when people walk in me.
I have very clean windows.
I hate when people throw garbage on me.
I am near another building.

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 Troy's Poem

I am the Brahma Bull.
From the distance I see things people can't see.
The cars that go by are as fast as a roller coaster.
The people don't look real to me.
People look at me a lot.
I am gray and heavy.
My curved horns are like sharp steel knives.
My red eyes are like evil eyes.
My mouth is scary like Michael Myers.

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 Grannia's Poem

I am the bull.
I am all powerful.
My eyes are as red as the fire that happened that day.
People stare up and point.
I am the all powerful;
I am the bull.

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 Maurice's Poems

My Bridge

My picture has a lot of lines.
It is very big like the Hulk blocking the sunshine.
It's about 300 feet high to me.
To the bridge I'm very tiny.
The bridge, to me, is a giant
And I am an ant.

Me the Bridge

I have a great view of Pittsburgh like a giant.
It tickles when people walk on me.
You know it's very hard being a giant:
I can't talk.
The people look like pennies.
Trust me: cars always spill oil on me.
My road stinks.
But since I'm a giant
To me cars are ants
And some people are dimes.

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 Thomas's Poem

I am as blue as the sky.
I have been put up so high.
I am a lonely star.
And I can't go too far.

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 Erica's Poem

Shops

The shop looks like a face.
Eager for new guests.
Watching with eager eyes.
Waiting with no interest in anything.

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 Morgan's Poem

My Old Brick Self

I am very old.
I'm also covered in mold.
The people covered me in gold.
My gold shine is very old.
When I look down at the people
They seem like dimes.
They even think I'm so high I can fly.
My other towers are full of power too.
Little people walk inside me.
It feels good.
When the babies crawl on me it tickles me.
Even the people think I stand out in a crowd
Because I like to shine my gold.

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 Samantha's Poem

I used to always have kids around me
Playing, laughing, singing, talking.
They used to all play games that were fun,
All laughing under the sun.
Running, jumping, breathing fresh air,
Just when they thought life was fair.

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 Michael's Poem

I look like a starfish
I hold houses together.
Some people don't look at me
But I am okay.

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