At the first time grawing,
My parents show me warning,
In what I was doing,
Sometimes I was not listening.
In My studies when learning,
Strocks were source of teaching,
Alot of teachers were holding,
Was it a source of building?
In the collage when studying,
No anyone who is shoiting,
I am busy with my with my writing,
No one accept my poeting.
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