I got dressed and went to school one day
and there was no smile on my face
but the teacher knew something was wrong, cause i didn't want to play
because my happiness was gone and pain took it's place.
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Now Tracy you can write something happy, and keep writting, you have a locked up inside, let the good and happy things be created, use your immagination you can go any where be any thing your friend Osceola
both narrative and rythmic. good poem. keep writing!