Anything - Poem by Ross Ingram
Anything is a number of things.
From little kids to bit of string, from dollar bills to light bulb sockets,
to little things you find in little boys pockets.
from needles used by hospital nurse,
to things that are lost in a ladies purse.
Anything is all around,
in the air and on the ground,
in the shop and in the store,
on the ceiling and on the floor,
Anything is wide and long, short and tall,
weak and strong,
some has zip some has zang,
that's what we call Anything.
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