When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
 
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
 
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”
 
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

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