Thoughts of my Backpack

by Anne aged 10

I sweat as I get stuffed with books,
pencils, and food. I can’t hold it all!

Sometimes I get too stinky and
icky because you forget to clean
me out!

My pockets are filled with
junk and gunk, but I just can’t
stand the mess!

All I like to do is hang
on your shoulders at the
end of the day just bouncing and wiggling
around as you walk along to the car.

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