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Poem: The House 

Boxes, boxes all around

fill the room

like candy in child's pillow case on Halloween.

I ask my mom where we are going

she says I get to see today.

It's a very secluded house and it's near the

beach. It has a big fire place and

a nice room for me.

Except it's very cold

in this secluded house, with a big fireplace,

on this hidden lane,

near a wavy beach,

on a tiny island,

in a big state,

on a huge continent,

in a gigantic world,

in a humongous galaxy,

in an infinite universe.

—Elliott Corry (11 years)

*Inspired by The Napping House by Audrey Wood

  • A poem by Elliot Corry.


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