Poems Are Not at All Like Cars
A peek into my poetic past with one of my early attempts.
Based on the cursive, I'd say it must have been around 5th grade. I cringe at my grammar, but I can chalk it up to, if not my age, poetic license.
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Funny thing about this sheet of binder paper. I was looking through some photographs, and found this folded in my youngest son's album. I don't remember it at all, don't know where it's been over the decades, and can't image how it got where it was.