Poem -

a little bit about me

A little bit about me,

Can start anywhere, do you agree?

But can't you see?

I just want to flee this town,

And swing on palm tree's,

Swim in the red sea,

Water ski,

But the truth is,

I'm only fourteen,

Expressing my feelings through words,

I know I'm not the queen,

One day I swear,

I will wear a crown,

A little bit about me.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good verse, very positive thoughts, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Lucas Lazar

Very realistic and positive thoughts (LOL) if Caitlin writes so well with fourteen years when you have thirty not only will be a Crown, also a carved Scepter with poetry. A hug, I loved the composition.

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Caitlin Chamberlain

thankyou for your kind words, I feel like poetry is the way out for me:)
best wishes

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Richard Waters

Keep applying yourself at whatever you enjoy and a degree of success is sure to follow ! The key in life is to enjoy what you do because happiness is everything ! 

Personal message showing ambition which is always a driving force at a young age.

Good for you that you are keen to do well !

Best wishes !  :)

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Lucas Lazar

Poetry is always an opportunity and an exit door to all, when they translate into a role of poetic form thoughts, when not attracted to the positive forces of our environment is scare the demons. A greeting.

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