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Firebird
May 22nd, 2010, 07:45 AM
when I was seven
I thought I was growing up quick
because it rhymed with eleven

Martin
May 22nd, 2010, 12:48 PM
A tricky little piece, it took some thought. I love the play on duality here; It embeds both self irony and a will to grow (learn). A perfect fit for the image of a child's naivety...

Lady S
May 22nd, 2010, 06:19 PM
It's never really possible to offer a valid criticism of a piece like this. I feel like I'm giving you short change by saying that I like it and it made me smile. That's the truth of it though.

SilverMoon
May 22nd, 2010, 06:55 PM
Vicki, I adored it! Made me smile. So quick witted. Oh, you Brits do that so well! Laurie

Lady S
May 22nd, 2010, 08:08 PM
Vicki, I adored it! Made me smile. So quick witted. Oh, you Brits do that so well! Laurie
This isn't my poem, Laurie, it's by Firebird, who is in fact British. I, on the other hand, am Irish and we're much better with words ;)

SilverMoon
May 22nd, 2010, 08:29 PM
Ha! Sorry about the mix-up ladies. Fingers flying acrosss the key pads, mind flying to low. Firebird. Take my compliment to Vicki! Vicki. You and Firebird fight it out as to who's better with words! Do it here! I'll get out the pop corn! Laurie

MaggieG
May 22nd, 2010, 11:19 PM
When I first read this , I grinned. ( and still am)

It shows that "left of center" movement of a writer's mind :)

JosephB
May 23rd, 2010, 12:40 AM
Heh. Very clever. I could see thinking such a thing at seven. Good work.

Gumby
May 23rd, 2010, 01:03 AM
Makes perfect sense to me.:)