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.
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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
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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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