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 Rodney's Poem

I'm a red building.
I once was a school
But now people live in me.
I also have a very large tower
That rises way above the trees.

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 Alex's Poem

I have been standing here for 100 years,
Watching people feel, glare, and stare at the buildings around me.
I'm glad they made me in this great city of Pittsburgh.
Thank you.

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 Deandre's Poem

I am an Indian chief on the Maul Building.
I was built in 1910 and I'm a bank.
I was made by an architect named William G. Wilkins.
I'm on 1704 East Carson Street, South Side.

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 Shaequilla's Poem

Hi! I am a house.
I have two huge eyes with green keystones surrounding them.
I have one enormous eyebrow and five smaller ones.
I also have bricks printed all over my forehead.
I can see what's going on in the neighborhood.
My owners and their friends go inside of me day by day.
This is the best home they ever lived in
And I'm happy!
I was built around 1900.

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 Javon's Poem

Hey, guess what? I was born in 1890.
I have a triangle hat and two windows for eyes.
My brick face was made in 1922.
Every day I see through my eyes up and down East Carson Street.
I was common in the 1920s and 30s.
In 1922 someone fixed me up.

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 Aaron's Poem

I am very important.
I'm made out of limestone.
I'm the city seal
With three eagles facing forward.

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 Richelle's Poem

My paint is so old that my
Paint is peeling off my walls.
My store is falling
And my doors are breaking apart.
Stone lintels are above my windows.
People who come into my store give me some love
And help me work for money
So I can build a new store so more people can come.

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 Desiree's Poem

I'm a church over 100 years old.
I have some gold on me that shines like the sun.
I also have different color bricks.
I'm not made of sticks.
My domes are called onion domes because they're shaped like onions.
When the people sing at church they all have different tones.
I have crosses that are long and tall.
My crosses are five inches taller than the hall in Murray School.

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 Jamaiya's Poem

There was once a building that was 95
But she was also shy.
Why was she shy?
Because she reached far into the sky.
One day an artist came and painted on her.
I don't know why.
She was scared because the artist had to stand on her head.
Why?
Because it was the easiest way for the artist to reach her tall brick side.

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