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This is my first ever attempt at a poem.
Walking down the line
What's gonna be my fate?
Thinking it's all fine
I'm going to have food on my plate?
I might earn a dime
It is as easy as finding a date?
I might commit a crime
Might I steal a crate?
My tree might grow a lime
Or will the winter show it's hate?
It could all change with time.
Will I marry Kate?
