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The Mall

The Mall

By Aniya Robinson

I was going to the Willow Grove Mall

And heard people talking, music playing, and babies crying.

I saw all kinds of nice clothes

They were light purple and shiny;

I wanted them, but I couldn’t get it at all.

I smelled a lot of good food

Like pizza, cookies and Chinese food.

The mall is expensive but fun.

This poem makes me...
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  • Feel a Connection (2%)
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