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My First Poem
I thought as hard as I could
Of how I would my first poem begin
But this I knew
That once I put my pen to paper
Then I could write a full book
So I started to write
With my eyes moving from left to right
And a lot running through my mind
People will hate it
While some others, it will change their lives
But this again I knew
That behind the best lines are worst words too
I hope it would be given a fair trial
My heart couldn't hope for any better
And at the end, you would say
How I love to read this poem again
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