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Neighborhood By Jedidah The neighborhood has the sound of music All kinds of music. The neighborhood has rushing cars. In the morning, I doze and dream about being Outside. The
wind sounds like a violin. Sometimes the trees moves like a hurricane is about To come. Outside,
kids Scream like there’s a carnival ride. When I look up at the clouds, sometimes They look like starfish.
Sometimes you can Just hear the glass squeaking when you clean the windows. |