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About This Poem
THE MEMORY OF NUMBER NINE
Got my first bike at nine, its color was red,
fell off nine times and bled from my legs,
ma covered my scratches and cuts with nine bandages,
barely nine, I drove my dad's car and crashed,
nine kisses and hugs I gave to beautiful Lucy,
got whipped more than nine times for playing hooky,
nine stitches on my head for jumping a fence,
I had nine glasses of cold milk for breakfast...
nine times I burped and made my classmates laugh!
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