When nine years old, our youngest daughter wrote a letter to her grandparents thanking them for a birthday present. It included a poem.
MENTALLY DISTURBED
I'm understandably crasily wild
I just don't know what's making me act as a child
I'm going really really wierd
Its like winning a race and never being cheared
There's something funny that's making me change
Its something inside;that's where it feels strange!
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