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This is another poem from long ago, and seems childlike in it's wording and sing song meter. Actually , I don't think much has changed in my style, so I will leave you to criticise it for me.
The world is light and airy, Inside is dark and deep. I'm scared and tired and lonely, Yet, I have no cause to weep. I can not stay in safety, I must be brave and strong, If to know me, is to love me, Where did I grow wrong? I'm nicely taken care of, Neglected? No, not me. I'm surrounded by a throng of people, They've just no time to see. It's not that I'm ill treated, It's just that I'm alone. And since I can't blame anyone, Perhaps the faults my own.
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