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My poem by Izzy B, Year 7 LGGS

It was a cold, frost bitten autumn early morning the high school students stood,

shivering at there dreaded bus stops, waiting.

They could hear the birds waking from there humble slumbers.

As the lopsided buses wound their way through the maze of tangles roads the students shivered inside the

belly of the bus franticly doing homework that was due that very day.

As they passed the places they had know since they were born their eyes filled with sadness

As what their world had become

Litter was filling the roads, trees, bushes and more

There special places where they had made so many memories was now covered in

Litter.