Diane's Poetry Club
Here's all the poems sent in by kids just like you!
Go now to write a poem of your own.
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The Bus Stop
There's a place,
close to home,
where the dirt is just right,
to grow a poem.
Where the bus is supposed to stop,
At exactly 7 o'clock.
But a poem shows up,
before the bus does,
I guess a poem can't wait,
just because the bus is late.
Then another poem comes,
or maybe even two,
and if the bus is real, real late,
I make myself a few.
— Diane
San Diego, CA
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