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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
That little kid.; 4:34:00 PM
A little poem I made up just now , let me have the feel of being a poet :)

One day, at the corner of the street, I heard a sob.
Has someone fell down or someone being robbed?
Instead, there was a little boy, burying his head in his hands and crying.
It was sunny then, so why is this little boy crying and not playing ?
So I bought an ice-cream and gave it to him.
He rose up, stopped crying at once and took the ice-cream.

I asked him why was he crying, why did he wail?
And still sobbing and hiccuping, he told me the tale.
" There was this girl that I liked called Pat ,
I shared with her everthing that I had
My ruler, crayons and even my pencil,
We would always be spending a great time together.
But one day, she didn't come to sit with me.
She befriended a guy in my class called Jimmy.
Jimmy was more handsome and far richer,
I didn't think about it, to make myself feel better.
At the end of class, I turned around,
Only to see Pat giving Jimmy a peck on the cheek.
"Hey!" I said , and in my heart, I felt abandoned and sick.
She only said sorry and ran away,
I could only say nothing and walked the other way. "

So, I told the little boy that it's okay to cry, I once did too,
But remember, carry on with life, you have got lots to do.

Yupp. That's my sorta-rough-draft poem.
Sorry , names were thought up randomly and not on purpose.