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My road isnt in the city so we dont hear the roars of sirens,the beeps of cars and the taps of people walking.
But in the country we hear the callings of birds.
The swishing of the air and the rain trickling down the rooftops

- Caitlin

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I have been asked, to create a new poem
That, I shall do.
The Padlet Poem is the new one
The new poem, the fresh poem.
I can see the others work
Quite impressed am I
Get ready for the...
The Padlet Poem is the new one
The new poem, the fresh poem...
The fresh poem, the new pooooeeemmmm.

By Romeo

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So much depends
Upon
A white windmill
Glazed by a shine of
The sun
Beside a sleeping
Farmer
By Konrad

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My city,
Not a loud city.
But not a quiete city!

Not a city with:
The clash of trucks,
The schreeches of loud people!

But instead:
The rustle of leaves,
The swish of the air,
And the chipping of the birds!

It can have the occatinal:
Screech,
Horn,
Or
Roar

But mostly:
Rustle,
Swish,
And
Chip!

And that is my city!!

-Jens

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You live only once
or maybe,
do you
so many questions
is their an afterlife
where you can watch the
white moon shining
as bright as the  Eiffel Tower in the
middle of the dark night
or do you become an animal?
if yes I would love to become a bird flying across the blue seas
sparkling like a like a glass door.
maybe their is no afterlife?

By Mikolaj Perlikowski

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my street is in the middle of the town
my street is not colorful
its more gray and black and color of the traffic light
on friday and saturdays you can hear drunk people
cars tires screeching
people shouting
in the morning i can hear drunk people
its qiute funny
my street is not the most tidy street
probably its because i live in the city
but i like my street just the way it is
its unique and that why i moved here with my familly.
wiktoria

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No sound to be heard,
You can hear a pin drop,
No loud music or parties.
Not in the city but in the countryside,
I can't hear the flash, bang and screech of the city but only the puff of the wind.
-Mantas

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my road is not in the middle of town. My road is in a quite place with not a lot of cars driving past. My road is quite. I don't hear screeching noises. The only thing that i mostly hear is birds talking to each other in the early hours in the morning and in the late hours of night .

-Ema

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Chainsaw effortlessly on the hedge,
People scattering past,
Sprinting past gracefully,
Knifes cutting little branches,
Chop chop chop
Darcy

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The knife fell to the ground
as fast as someone
sprinting gracefully through
the long, spiky grass

-chris

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No longer
city slicker,
curb crawler,
gutter weaver,
brick clinger,
dotty mobster,
sill scruffer,
traffic dodger,
drain clogger,
putty 🤬,
car bomber,
no longer.

by Molly Pugh

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London's flyer
Night time hogger
Little squeaker
Night time fears

-Jay Gree

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Fluff king and queen
Stop starter
Sudden mover
Tree climber
Fast runner
Nut eater
Fluff king and queen

By Sol Hollis

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tree treader,
snow stomper,
leg leaper,
moon 🤬,
brush breacher.
by harry

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My street is not
In the middle
of the city
so it doesn't have
party's every weekend
pop
fizz
By Drew

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No longer,
Water wanderer,
Coral roamer,
Plankton eater,
Drop sprayer,
Land hater,
Beauty owner,
No longer,
Sea stayer,
Shell holder

By Andreea

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My house is on a
busy road in a
busy community in
a busy city where
the music is
nee nor
vroom vroom
beep beep
Jess

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My street is very magical
Swish swish
The whisper
If the wind
Swish
Swish
Ollie crane

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The ominous
greenhouse ran to the sun
The revolting elavator sat in the middle of the ocean
The mischivious house swam the earths eadge
The world is alive
By katie

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Never again
A skin scratcher
A fish killer
A jungle pouncer
Never again
A wisker whisperer
A mouse hunter
Never again
A milk lapper
A string chaser
A wild killer with claws

By Beth Rosser

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yellow and smiley,
vitamon C is highly,
if you eat daily,
you and your body,
will divide,
and then youll have something,
to hide...
what am I?
BY TROY BEARE

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The dog lay
Nothing to do or nothing to say
As the clock ticked
And the robin slipped
The dog just lay.
With nothing to do or nothing to say

Until that day when
The robin reached that branch
And the clock stopped but only for a second
But the dog just lay
Because he had got his own way

He dreamed
Night and day
For that poor robin to reach the top
And it did

And he dreamed
Day and night
For that old wooden clock to stop
And it did

But his final dream was never answered..

By Erin Jones

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My town is near a city
so you can hear the the taxis and buses
vrrm
beep
chugha
my town is near a city so
you a hear a quite orchestra of sounds
swish
drip
splash
BY SHANNON ADMIRE

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Human dustbin
Food nicker
Chip stealer
Crying voice
Seaside smuggler

By   Hermione

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The school chair

Is always there,
It never leaves
Or never stares.
By Charlotte