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MY TODDLER DAYS
Toddler days are here again, I totter as I walk. Others can’t comprehend me, Too garbled is my talk. I find it difficult to Control the urge to eat, Though others remind me to Shun all things that are sweet. I can’t read what is written, Others’ help I must take. What I write others can’t read. Writing, my fingers shake. People have to hold my hand When I’m crossing the street. My own family members, Me like a child do treat. * Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. * Written as a sample poem for "POETRY IN RHYME - RHYTHM CONTEST-winner" M C Gupta 16 June 2007
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