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I AM FROM POEM


I am from a room filled with clouds of makeup and perfume
I am from a house filled with the sweat smell of home made goodies
I am from an annoying little brat that rampages around the house like a mad Rhino

I am from jungles of trees and a forest of flowers
I am from mountains of dirt
I am from old, rusted, worn out tools

I am from a firehouse in the making
I am from the calm streets
I am from dogs of all colors and sizes

I am from Bobci and Jaji
I am from the Wells side to the Kacinski side

I am from do unto others as you would like to be treated
I am from how do you do and goodbye to you

I am from Gulumpki and Pergies
I am from Bratwurst sausage and polish sausage
I am from the steaming kitchen

I am from boxes filled with diaries
I am from the good memories hanging on the walls
I am from the past and the present

(this is the poem that is getting poblished and put in to a book)