My mom just gave me a folder of my earliest writing. Nothing there indicated I'd make a living at crafting prose. My grammar and spelling were God awful. However, this limerick from sixth grade was a bit prophetic.
There once was a girl named Sue.
She always had the flu.
She missed school
and played pool.
She always broke the cue.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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