Both of these poems were written on July 18th, 1985 when I was eight years old. As you can see the Cold War had a bit of an effect on my childhood.
I love my Mom and Dad
And the world
And my Dog
I hope there is not a war
I hope the world never goes away.
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When I was four
I liked hot dogs
Now I’m eight
And I hate hot dogs
When I was two
There was not a chance of war
But now I’m eight
And there might be a war!
Bye Bye now
I hope you have fun
The End
The End