The Child's Words

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I can still remember the first time. I was playing with my sister's typewriter when I started writing things. At that time, I just thought of it as playing. 

The poems I wrote at that time are now lost but the joy of my first creations stay with me. 

When I grew a little older, I started keeping a record of my scribbles. I would write a lot during summer vacations. Those words, good or not became my childhood friends.

The next few entries will feature the oldest poems that I was able to keep. They are the words of innocence and products of a time when everything was simple.

This is the birth of the poet in me. 

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