Autobiographia Literaria
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
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