My First Poem.

This is a poem I wrote when I was five years old. 



Once I was in bed

With my head

I hope it doesn't fall off

because then I'll be a moth

O no! My head fell off

But instead I am a cloth.



You're welcome.



Today is a rainy day in Vancouver. I don't mind though. I think I will miss this rain once I'm gone. 

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