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 Derek's Poem

I was born in 1893
And my style is Richardson Romanesque.
When I burnt down, I was rebuilt in 1915
and painted red.
My outside coat is made from brick and terra cotta,
Plus I have a cartouche with a good stone finish.

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 Dylan's Poem

A bridge can be made for walking.
Or a bridge can be made for driving.
But I'm made for both as I arc over the river.
I could be called Dino Bridge because of the graffiti on my top.
I'm stringy and springy and a help if you want to cross.

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 Keith's Poem

We stand tall as we look at the city.
I used to say Duke but now I am witty.
The church is old, made of wood and brick.
I tell the time without any tricks.

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 Jimmy's Poem

The Time Watcher

Me, myself, the watcher of Mt. Oliver.
The protector of time, the holder of minutes.
With folded seams of metal on my hat
I am the great one of Mt. Oliver.

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 Jenna's Poem

The Beehive

You can find me at 1505 East Carson Street.
I am 124 years old.
I don't know who my architect was,
But I do know I am made of brick and stone.
I am the oldest and most elaborate building on East Carson Street.
My beehive is a symbol of “hard work producing sweet rewards.

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 Hilary's Poem

There once was a woman,
A grandmother of 17
Who came twice a month
With plenty of glee.
But now she's gone.
Did she move away from me?
No, no, she died.
But my memory of her still lives within me.

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 Carly's Poem

The Tall Tower

Pittsburgh - the city of towers,
The view of the slopes with trees and flowers.
I am the bridge planted here.
When people cross me they have no fear.
Waves flow under with ducks and fish,
Touching the clean air with a swish.

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 Erika's Poem

My name is Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles, How ya doin?
I have a best friend whose name is Co-Co Puffs.
I have other friends whose names are Captain Crunch, Apple Jacks,
and the 3 brothers Snap, Crackle, and Pop, and Count Dracula.
We have all seen everyone all around here because we live on a hill.
We all are very old and hope to stay here forever, together.

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