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 Angelea's Poems

Look at these people.
They walk by me like I'm not even here.
Look at these columns
They're just like trees.
If people use trees
Why don't they use me?

I'm wild.
I'm young.
I'm cool and fun.
What's wrong with me?
What have I done?
Police are surrounding me and breaking my windows.
I don't understand.
What have I done?

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 Jessica's Poem

I sit here useless.
I sit here to rust.
Now they are going to tear me down.
They only used me for 77 years.
Now they are going to turn me into a night club.
I have God with me.
O dear, see you, good bye.
I'll be with bricks, wood, and all your tears.
Hopefully they will notice that I was important for years.

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 Tayaunna's Poem

Bridge

People rolling across me or walking walking so fast
and never saying “hi” to me.
And then they are gone
having never said “bye” to me.
People are scared of me
But why, oh why, do they leave me?

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 Justin's Poem

I saw the world.
This world was 123 years.
I felt warm.
I felt like I was home.
One day all the people left.
I felt cold.
I felt weird.
People don't use me anymore. Why not?
Didn't they like me?

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 Delana's Poem

Hi! I'm Domes.
I'm so tall.
I can see my friends all over!
And when people walk into me, I feel great.
A lot of people come to see me.
Do you notice how the sun shines on my golden domes?
A lot of people like that.
Come and see me sometime.
And the prayers people say are so beautiful you should hear them.
When it's nighttime my domes glisten with the stars.
To come and visit me I live
On 109 South Seventh Street.

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 Tiffany's Poem

I am an old church.
It feels nice to hear people say “Awmen!”
It makes me feel people care about Jesus and me.
People come Saturday and Sunday.
I'm old and all but strong.
I love being me!

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 Kayla's Poem

My top looks like two ice cream cones
Swirling and twirling into the sky.
My design is a fancy flower
With different shapes like blossoms and vines.
My chimney of bricks stacks up so high
It touches the blue sky.
I'm so high I think I can fly!
A century ago people used to walk in and out of me.
I enjoyed that so much I want it to happen again.

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 Melissa's Poem

I am 119 years old.
Everyday I see people walk past me and never come in.
They make me unhappy to leave me and never see me.
I am so joyful when you come in
Unless you kick me in my shin!

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 Noah's Poem

89 years I have stood;
89 years I have watched:
Watched people buy and sell
Buy and sell fruits, vegetables, meats
Many things, many things.
My eyes burn red with fire.

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 Arnold's Poem

I don't know who the person who built me is,
But I really like being here.
People treat me like a big sis,
Boy I could stay here all year.

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