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My House

by: Raina Washington

Quite filled the air as I walk into my empty house

i lock the door and start heading to the wooden

brown table to get started on my conelex homework

Then I run up the soft stairs to put up my brown, pink

blue and orange bookbag

Jumping on my colorful bed to get my new blue phone

to listen to the great music waiting to be enjoied

This poem makes me...
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