I remember
Being so young of age I could count
My years on one of my hands
My teacher was gone for the day
So we joined our classmates next door
My teacher was gone
My safety net for a day
I counted the minutes tick by
I ran out of fingers
And then
I ran
Out of hands.
Poems and Petals 
hugs my friend! I am sorry that happened, big hugs and loads of love!
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Thanks Carol Anne! How are you?
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Good thanks, just back from a trip to the USA to see my friend, how are you doing?
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I’m very well thanks xx
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Oh, that sounds like terrible moments to survive. I am sorry you had to go through this. My daughter was bullied too heavily…
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Hi Erika! How are you! No, I wasn’t bullied just very change averse! My poetry was misleading I should update it!
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Ah, I see. I am glad to hear that. I am fine, thank you, Vonita. I hope you are doing good. 💖
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