Limerick
She was a child that grew up poor.
Thought she would never open a door.
From kicking and screaming,
To second and gleaming;
New journies ahead, but still wants more.
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
She was a child that grew up poor.
Thought she would never open a door.
From kicking and screaming,
To second and gleaming;
New journies ahead, but still wants more.
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