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I am from a broken piano not to play,
A hidden place down a stair,
Gazing out the window,
To the sky above,
And the world below.

I am from stuffed little toys,
Laid all in a row,
A state in the middle
Land of 10,000 lakes,
And a little Smokie fur,
Come rubbing up to me.

I bite into a bit of heaven
And press my favorite number,
On the calculator,
And play around with Pi.

I am from kolas and wolves,
And have an uncle,
Who isn’t related, named Bob.
I am from a land,
Of dreams and hopes.

this was a class assignment. i think it turned out well