My room can be as loud as the Big Apple,or as quiet as a mouse.
My room can be a safe place to crash a car because of all of the clothes or it can be a tree house for the squirrels.
My room can just climb away into the trees,thats how close it is.
My room is a harbor of comfort with ships of clothes coming every minute.
My room is the best tree house that I could ever have.
Great poem Nice line:My room is the best tree house that I could ever have.
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