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Array ( [sid] => 91529 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => moving on [time] => 2005-04-19 20:38:18 [hometext] => this is a poem I had to write for english class. I chose the topic of growing up for this poem...hope u like it [bodytext] => When I was a baby
I didn’t want to grow up.
I was quite content,
Drinking from my sippy cup.

At around the age of three
All I did was go go go
Didn’t know where I was going yet
But when you’re three, you never know.

When I turned eight
I wanted to be nine
But now that I’m fifteen
My age will do just fine.

When I was younger, life was so easy
I had fun “bouncing off the walls”
I would eat and sleep
And play with bouncy balls

Now everyone is worried about
School, friends, and fitting in.
Back then it didn’t matter
If you were short or tall, fat or thin.

You try to remember all the good times you had.
And don’t forget the people who shared them.
After you move past your grade twelve grad,
Don’t forget your partner from Chem.

The days fly by like leaves in the wind
But don’t get down, keep looking up.
You have to move on to the future,
And say goodbye to your sippy cup.
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moving on

Contributed by brokengirl on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 08:38:18 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

When I was a baby
I didn’t want to grow up.
I was quite content,
Drinking from my sippy cup.

At around the age of three
All I did was go go go
Didn’t know where I was going yet
But when you’re three, you never know.

When I turned eight
I wanted to be nine
But now that I’m fifteen
My age will do just fine.

When I was younger, life was so easy
I had fun “bouncing off the walls”
I would eat and sleep
And play with bouncy balls

Now everyone is worried about
School, friends, and fitting in.
Back then it didn’t matter
If you were short or tall, fat or thin.

You try to remember all the good times you had.
And don’t forget the people who shared them.
After you move past your grade twelve grad,
Don’t forget your partner from Chem.

The days fly by like leaves in the wind
But don’t get down, keep looking up.
You have to move on to the future,
And say goodbye to your sippy cup.

Copyright Â© brokengirl ... [ 2005-04-19 20:38:18]
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Re: moving on (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 08:50:01 PM AEST
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I do like it. We all have to say good bye to childhood, but keep a little bit of kid in your heart always ;o)

well done
Larry

Re: moving on (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 09:01:16 PM AEST
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ah, you have talent. i cant really say i care for the topic of growing up, but i do like how you wrote it. the things that stood out to me is the fact that you rhyme well and dont force the scheme. you also have a concept that you illustrated very well. your ending was very good and stood out because it ended the beginning. i always like it when a writer incorporates the beginning into the ending. if i was the teacher, this would get A+, and would be posted on the board.

Re: moving on (User Rating: 1 )
by loveisendless on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 11:26:35 PM AEST
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HOW TRUE WITH A GOOD POINT OF VIEW!
I WISHED MORE KIDS YOUR AGE WAS THINKING LIKE THAT,BUT WE CAN ALWAYS PRAY!! I LIKED IT ALOT,SO I GAVE YOU A 5 !!!

DAN!!!!

Re: moving on (User Rating: 1 )
by Wachumiri on Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 03:45:44 AM AEST
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You better have gotten a good grade for this. Well done, even if it was for school. I really liked the ending, it tied it all together quite nicely.
Take care.
David

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