I too have a garret of old playthings.
I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern.
And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs.
I too have a garret of old playthings.
Upstairs
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: magic, never, broken, jack, dust, wagon, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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red the 2rd: looks kinda SUS
Alixx C: i truly love this poem. as i read it allowed i feel the energy it gives off and i can feel the way he would read it and he's expirations even though i dont know who this poet is. im still in school and I'm pretty young to like poems but i do, i really do.
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