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 Lenal's Poem

I don't know what to say
On this particular day.
People will come into me hungry
And come out full
Because I am a restaurant
With the American flag and tiles on top of me.
My tiles are shaped like hills
And my roof is shaped like a triangle.
Now I'm empty and waiting for
Somebody new to run my restaurant.

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 Chaldea's Poem

I was made in 1926 and for many years
People would come in and out of my doors.
I have Acanthus leaves and lion's heads
That were first designed by the Greeks.
My maze-like pattern is called a Greek key.
And guess what? I'm still here--all of me is here.

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 Joseph's Poem

I'm a reminder to young and old
For what my insides used to hold.
I used to be unattractive
Until my roof got really active.
Now in my insides people play sports
Where they used to sell and fill up quarts.

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 Gabrielle's Poem

People walk in me every day
A certain family, a certain way.
I am for a family, not for creatures, not for sea things.
I am not sure when I was made
But I still am useful every day.
The people that walk in me every day are a family I know,
But the cool person that understands
Will be filled with peace and lovely things
When they walk out of this house every day.

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 Brendan's Poem

When people open my doors
All I can hear is Halla-lu-yah-hal-la-luyah!
When people are inside it is so peaceful.
Peace like when I ring my bells.
People respect me and I love them.
When they built me they said
I was built for peace and only peace,
Peace like the quiet of the night.

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 Mrs. Pilarski's Poem

Golden onions layered
against an azure sky
Below they scurry hurriedly
always wondering why
the Universe exists?
I beckon them and say,
“Come to me,
quiet down,
come inside and pray.”

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