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My first poem
Once Jim and I were good brothers and friends
But soon our friendship came to an end
Then there was a wall between us like a shield
We both had to go in different fields
I had to work hard for my life
He got served like a queen in a bee hive
I did not get time to sleep or play
He played on the grass and slept on the hay
Then once again we both met each other
But I had forgotten that he was my brother
(No laughing please, I wrote this when I was around 11 years old...hehe)
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