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Mood Poem: Untitled
By Brooklyn
Written as part of We're Writing to Say
Every time I hear the vacuum it hurts my head
Home work makes me stress that much I can’t finish it
Whistling gives me a headache and pain all over
Then I remember when my family were at Yarramundi
Great, tasty pickles from McDonalds
Amazing beef noodles in the lounge room playing fortnite
And every time I do art, I smell a heavy Sharpie.
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