A poem I found..

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TheReader22
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Tue Aug 03, 2010 3:54 am
TheReader22 says... · Tue Aug 03, 2010 3:54 am
I found this poem when I was sorting my old files. It's a poem from my "Poem Book" from grade 1 or 2. ;)

I Want to be...


I want to be kind
But not so kind that everyone's mean
I want to be gentle
But not so gentle a feather is rough
I want to be loud
But not so loud that an organ is quiet
I want to be athletic
But not so athletic that wrestlers look weak
I want to be intelligent
But not so intelligent that my parents are smarter than me
I want to be beautiful
But not so beautiful that princesses are ugly
I want be gentle
I want to be kind
I want to be me


I'm not looking for major reviews, just wanted to share this :P I don't even remember writing this :P
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Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:15 am
ace1996 says... · Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:15 am
Haahaha, wow. This is pretty impressive for 1st or 2nd grade...
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Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:22 am
Thefadedphotograph says... · Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:22 am
That was awesome. I love reading peoples older works.
I can hardly believe that you made this in first or second grade though. I wasn't able to write at all at that age. :P
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Though you know I wish I could
Oh no, there aint no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good." ---Cage the Elephant 'Ain't No Rest for the Wicked'
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Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:19 pm
TheReader22 says... · Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:19 pm
Lol thanks ;) I couldn't believe it was mine :P
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Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:07 am
mybrokenreality says... · Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:07 am
That was sweet. I can't believe you did that in 1st or 2nd grade! If you could do that then, you must be amazing now. :D
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Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:38 am
TheReader22 says... · Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:38 am
Bahaha, thanks. I don't really write poetry though :P That was just for a school project ;)
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Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:13 pm
TheReader22 says... · Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:13 pm
Thanks guys! I didn't expect this to be a featured work! :)
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Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:02 am
mateeah3 says... · Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:02 am
I liked the similies you used! Very intelligent for a 2nd or 1st grader sheesh, you may even be smarter than your own parents. ;) This is very cute though. I love the simplicity of it, and love how you wrapped it up ..as a 1st grader. :0 Pretty brilliant for such a young child.
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Fri Aug 06, 2010 2:37 pm
aspiringauthor17 says... · Fri Aug 06, 2010 2:37 pm
That's cute- good for when someone is young
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Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:24 pm
babygirl12 says... · Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:24 pm
Wow! Really nice!! x)
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I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened...
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