Leaves
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Lara Hunt, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2019
Nobody Cares, Nobody Thinks
Of The Material They Stand Apon
They Fall From The Trees And Travel Everywhere
From The Most Mystical Places
To The Busiest Streets
They Fit Each Corner
Each Grid, Each Square
Leaves
To Think They Provide Our Air
Yet We Do Not Care
Crushes Their Crispy Sides And Snaps The Branches On Which They Grow