Early, early on, reading was hard to do.
Arithmetic, math, algebra too.
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I could pass a classroom test or two.
I’m one who slips through.
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I’ve always been talkative,
a joker too.
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By ninth grade I started cutting through.
I even entered the graduation speech contest.
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My teacher gave me a B- on my essay,
and on my speech too.
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She said good try,
but I can’t recommend your essay.
That meant my speech too.
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I entered the contest anyway.
I sensed inside, It would end well.
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And, it did.
I won!
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All persons have cracks they can fit through.
That’s life – crevices, cracks and niches,
we all fit through one or two.
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I fit through too!