Pen and Paper.

Pen and paper.
Seems strange to think.
Just yesterday we could barley write our names.
Now we're writing essays.

Pen and paper.
Seems strange to think.
Just yesterday we were drawing doodles.
Now we're making masterpieces.

Pen and paper.
Seems strange to think.
Just yesterday everything was so simple.
Now the true test begins.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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