Having finished today's oxymoronic poem, I was reminded of something I wrote probably more than 10 years ago, perhaps in 5th grade. Not too bad for a 12 year old.
Sometimes I Wish
Sometimes I wish
I could wish
The world away.
Sometimes I wish
I could wisk
My cares to bay.
Some problems are:
I'd set up a bar.
There won't be gladness
Without the sadness.
There can't be peace
Without the madness.
So when I wish
That I could wish
The world away,
I remember this:
There can't be love
Without the hate.
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