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From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
I had a dream of school supplies,
where paperclips could talk;
where poster paper hung around
with marking pens and chalk.
The stationery idled
while the pencils madly raced.
The clocks went ’round in circles,
and the glue sticks merely paced.
The binders were inseparable.
They bonded with the tape.
The workbooks exercised
and helped the stencils stay in shape.
Some calculators added
to the numbers in this land,
and music was provided by
a singing rubber band.
My dream was strange and truly cool,
but this was even cooler:
The dictionaries all looked up to me.
I was the ruler.
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Reading Level: Grade 5
From the Book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
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