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It was me!

There was a boy named Charlie who loved to climb trees. You could always recognize him by his scraped up knees. When his mother would tell him to come inside he'd climb up his favorite tree and hide. You could hear the siren as the firemen zoomed through town. They had, just had to get that little boy on the ground. The people would say, "There goes Charlie climbing that tree." They really shouldn't say that because this time it was me!

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Date: 2/1/2012 8:47:00 AM
I have truly enjoyed reading your poetry you have posted here at PoetrySoup. You are a very special poet and I wish you the best in your life and with your poetry. Two thumbs up to you Misty. Love and best wishes always, Carol
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Date: 3/25/2010 12:43:00 PM
Oh to be a boy again Misty, it would be a blast >> James
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Date: 7/6/2009 3:20:00 PM
I like this one. Very interesting. Sara
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Date: 1/20/2009 7:37:00 PM
Misty-I still ge a blast out of this everytime I read it. This is a good one.
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