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 Abriea's Poem

I am a church who has been here for 30 years
And I like to welcome people into me.
I like to be a place of worship for people who need it.
You can come to me when you need to pray
And I will welcome you.

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 Trevon's Poem

I'm a building, big and tall.
You can come see me any time on the South Side.
I'm a symbol of pride and patriotism.
I am big because of my bricks, my wood, and my tiles.
That's why you should like me.

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 Shakeya's Poem

In the morning I love to wake up
And feel the sun shine on my peach-colored carrarra glass storefront
And watch people come in and look around.
I love to see the people who work on me and wash my windows.
I'm so old that my skin is almost coming off.
I see everyday people walking on my street, Arlington Avenue.
I love to see what they have purchased from me
Because I have so much merchandise for sale.
I'm the Schleicher Hardware store.

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 Danen's Poem

I'm 80 years old.
People throw things at me.
I hate it but I don't cry.
My owner is J. Wagner.
He owns me.
He is a wonderful man.

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 London's Poem

I'm a church.
I'm a place where you can pray and worship.
Everyone who knows me prays in me.
I know everyone and I'm easy to go to.
Just walk right in and we will welcome you.

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 Floyd's Poem

I'm 81 years old.
I'm built out of bricks.
I'm where cops meet and
I'm called the police station.
It is a safe place where people solve their problems.

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 Molly's Poem

I am the clock and I tell people what time it is.
All kinds of people know who I am
from looking at my face.
I have numbers on my face that tell the time.

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 Shante's Poem

Houses are pretty, clean, and tall
Plus some are short.
Cars go past the houses; trees grow
And the hillside looks like faces in a family.

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 Emily's Poem

The Bridge

As people and cars go across me
I sit and wait until they get across.
Because of their needs, I get millions of cars a day,
Millions over my big steel body.
I guide them across safely.
I am the bridge.

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