98 First Time
Once I was a legend,
Of getting all Cs straight.
Teachers laughed, so did friends,
Then came sister and mom.
No spur I was down
Of shame and jealousy
Of stupidity and folly
Abhorrent how I was.
But now time has changed
My friends, I love writing
To liberate all the swelling
Building up all the pains.
And now I feel free
To share with you my first time
Getting a 98 in literature.
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