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November 11, 2009
By pheasant BRONZE, Dell Rapids, South Dakota
pheasant BRONZE, Dell Rapids, South Dakota
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Dust
This poem is about dust and how it collects on anything that doesn’t get moved or touched. This is a very observing poem because he notices how the dust collects slowly on the window sill and on the guitar he brought to school when he was ten. I think this is an ok poem that is hard to understand.


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