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I'm the swing. I'm in our garde. I'm in the parks. They no longer use me.

It rained, it snowed on me. No one's caring for me


1A

I am very human

colorful colorful

I'm written. Even more,

I am.

I mean, I'M CROWDED.

EVERY HUMAN DOES NOT WEAR

IN THE SAME COLOR



2B

I'm a pill

box.

Did you remember?

I was my grandmother's pill box.

I'm tired of carrying pills now.

I want to carry water.

I can no longer walk.

good bye

we exaggerated a little

We apologize.



3C

I'm the swing.

I'm in our garden

I'm in the parks.

They no longer use me.

It rained

it snowed on me

no one's caring for me

they don't cover me

they put a chair on me

it hurts.

There is no life.

They used to swing me.

Is the sun coming

Will they go out?

Will the snow melt?

Will we swing together?

What if they don't come out

Will I be under the rain again?

At least they cover me

Why didn't Can come?

They left me under the rain,

Under the sun

they never think of me

ufffff


Mettupçu Can (5 years old)


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