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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I wrote my first poem when I was in second grade. Okay, maybe it was my second term in second grade, but it amazed my teacher and my principal so much that they asked me to read it to every class in Woodside Elementary School. I was proud. I was embarrassed. I was too scared to do it, so I didnt. It went something like this: Poor me, I got bit by a bee. I told my mommy and daddy, About that bad bee that bit me. It was a very long time ago, and that is about all that I remember of it. Our memories fade with age. Maybe that is a good thing.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I wrote my first poem when I was in second grade. Okay, maybe it was my second term in second grade, but it amazed my teacher and my principal so much that they asked me to read it to every class in Woodside Elementary School. I was proud. I was embarrassed. I was too scared to do it, so I didnt. It went something like this: Poor me, I got bit by a bee. I told my mommy and daddy, About that bad bee that bit me. It was a very long time ago, and that is about all that I remember of it. Our memories fade with age. Maybe that is a good thing.