I found this poem I had composed in a journal from when I was nine. It's written in my mother's handwriting, because apparently I had spouted it off one night and she wanted it written down in such a way that it could actually be deciphered later on, I suppose because it demonstrates so well my 9-year-old perspective on life. I'm glad to know I've always been subject to random outbursts of poetry. I'm pretty sure if I had a "muse", it would look like one of the Marx brothers. But anyway, here it is:
You're never to young to have a good cry,
For when you are young, time will fly by,
And when you are old, your sadness will cease,
And you will watch movies starring John Cleese.
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