This is about a day I would never forget.

A story about my life.

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You know Murphy’s Law, “Whatever can go wrong will go wrong” well that’s my life. If you think that I may be exaggerating well, guess again. Throughout elementary school I was known as E.R., Junior High/Middle School I was Murphy. And finally the name came back with me at a new school, Hello My Name is E.R.

Remember those times before video games and cell phones and computers and what not? When as a child we would go outside all year round in every season summer or winter, rain or snow. Those were the days of no worries.

A fictional short story.

A fictional short story.

Background: This poem is significant to me because it was the very first serious piece I wrote. No, it is not fantastic because the meter and rhyme scheme are inadequate. However, I have decided that in order for you, Reader, to recognize the development I have made over the years, it is necessary to start from the beginning.

Basics: This poem tells of a boy who desperately desires to be with one he misses. His thoughts are consumed with sadness and agitation as he wishes for nothing more then to be with this person. For further analytical insight, feel free to send me a message.

If you continue to check in on my postings, I can assure you that you shall be intrigued and astounded.

~Harper.

Unmitigated unmedicated uneducated romp, a wee one at that.

A haiku.