The Elevator
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Carly Withers, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2009
The elevator whines as she gets old.
People step inside her, trampling her insides.
She holts to a stop, floor by floor,
day by day,
after people poke her in her buttoned ribs.
She is so very strong,
lifting people and their shopping,
up and down the mall.
Now she has come to a stop,
one last and final time.