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The Ceiling
My poem is about the ceiling. I did my poem about the ceiling because it was an easy topic and it follows me so I dont have to go to a specific stop to write about it.
Up on top
of this big old box
over the tall grassy hills
above the winding walls
to open and close
off the poluted world
against the wild wind
past the wide windows
along the halls
for us way
over here
for you all the way
over there
inside this musty old building
over the tall chairsalong the wide walls
past the grassy hills
to sheild us
from the blinding sun
during the long day
at this big old school.
Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:02 PM •
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