Best Accessary Poems

Outside was Cold,
But I was Bold,
I wanted to get out,
So I started kick and shout.

Once I did,
I was terrified,
Conveniently,
I started to cry.

One day,
On some weird way,
I wanted to talk
So I learned to walk.
And point fingers.

When I was seven,
I was in heaven,
I just didn't know,
that time...

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