Sunday, September 1, 2013

Young Post-It Poetry

I'm going to guess that I was in 3rd grade when I wrote this poem.  My mom held onto it and got it framed as a present for my eighteenth birthday.

Framed Post-It Poem
The Poem reads:

time go's bye.
time go's bye like
yesterday you whir
riding your trysacole.
But then you see
thet you are eihteen

Poem up close

It might be the best piece of poetry I will ever write.  If I was going to spell correctly, the poem would read:

time goes by.
time goes by like
yesterday you were
riding your tricycle
But then you see
that you are eighteen

I was so much cooler then.

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