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When I found out
I had to write a poem,
I knew that it was a joke.
I shuddered and cried,
wished I could hide,
I felt I was gonna choke.
When I found out
I had to write a poem,
I waited to the last minute.
I shivered and screamed,
knew it was dreamed,
My heart just wasn't in it.
When I found out
I had to write a poem,
I finally started to write.
I trembled and smiled,
acted like a child,
Writing the words in spite.
When I found out
I had to write a poem,
The words began to flow.
I laughed and giggled,
all the words were scribbled,
Just one stanza to go.
When I found out
I had to write a poem,
Why had I been so sad?
I jumped and shouted,
and no longer pouted,
This poem was not so bad.
-- Julie McKeown 2001 -- 
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