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When I was only five years old,

I loved to read and write,

Stories of fairies and dragons,

When I was in the first grade,

I wrote fantasies galore,

And my mother was so proud of me,

They found a home on our fridge door.

When I was in the seventh grade,

The books were all assigned,

And my mother never read my stories,

Because she didn't have the time.

Then when I had reached grade ten,

My teacher pulled me to the side,

Told me to stop writing fiction,

And handed me an essay guide.

I didn't bring my essays home,

And I never showed my mom,

I stopped writing all together,

Because I didn't find it fun.

Now school's supposed to teach you,

But it only taught me I was wrong,

And I sure would like to write again,

But my imagination's gone. 

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