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• Timothy Hunt, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

The bus tells me to go away and farts off
Then my shoes know where to go, soon
My house welcomes me as the door reaches my key
Then it jumps in the lock then does a cartwheel and jumps out. My bedroom reaches me, as my bag is dead to the world at the end of my bed
My school clothes shift is over and they run away tired as others jump on with excitement
Then my wallet and my phone tip toe away from my bag and go to their resting places for the night
The TV’s pixels wake up as a toasted sandwich scrambles into my mouth, then the sink gives my plate a shower as my couch tears me down to it,
Then my TV talks to me for about an hour
The clock turns fast as my pencil tickles the book
Then my shower cleans me so my bed can give me a hug.