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When I was a teenager seeking my calling
Upon this great Internet site I came falling I'd heard many tales from satisfied friends And that's how at Writing.Com I did end. Between band, student council, directing my play, Friends, studying, Wicca, and chores ev'ry day, I needed a place to unwind, to be me, Where from parents' and teachers' demands I'd be free I'd always loved writing, since I was quite small, So within a few days, I was having a ball, Reading and rating, reviewing, and writing, Getting positive feedback was always exciting!!! Before very long, I had run out of room For my stories and poems. Was I to be doomed To be cast out of paradise, deemed unwelcome here, Did this signal the end of my writing career? So I went to my mom with my tale of woe, And on to this wonderful site she did go To buy me an upgrade for my nineteenth birthday And from then on, I knew I had come here to stay So now I'm still writing my poems and stories But I've yet to be touched by the warm rays of glory, Still yet to be given an awardicon But hopefully, soon, that shame will be gone But no matter what happens, I'll always keep writing, Creating my own little world's so exciting Come into my world, leave reality behind You'll be oh so excited at what you will find Meet Mandela, and Hope, and Meenibumhed, The dragon who'd rather paint houses instead Meet Athena, Pandora, Aphrodite, and Hermes, And see how they opened a huge can of wormies Yes, come one, come all, you'll be so glad you did But now a most hearty farewell I must bid, For the life of a student is packed overflowing, But all through my days, I'll be cheered by my knowing, There is always a place where ideas can run wild, Where a grown man or woman can think like a child, Where dragons can lisp and hang floral wallpaper Where love can create crazy outer-space capers, Where stress can be conquered by telling your tales, Where there's no right or wrong, and you can't pass or fail. Where from parents' and teachers' demands we are free, Where you can be you, and I can be me.
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