I shall attempt to complete this entry asap before my bus arrives (I need to walk to the bus stop).
Er. er…
’tis gonna be a long day ahead
n ima no longer in ma bed.
how now brown cow
I ain’t no longer a child.
I have to grow up
No, this ain’t bout luck
We all do,
yes, even you.
Grow,
Sometimes you gotta take it slow.
Don’t rush it through.
Yes, girl, I’m talking bout you.
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This impromptu poem was composed in 2 mins. Hurrah! 