Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

The End - Poem by Alan Alexander Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.


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  • Rookie - 880 Points Leslie Sharp (2/5/2015 3:04:00 PM)

    This was a pretty poem we all have a special year a year that stands above all the another Nice! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 880 Points Leslie Sharp (2/5/2015 3:03:00 PM)

    This was a pretty poem we all have a special year a year that stands above all the another Nice! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 13, 2005


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