A Poem

I loved writing since I was a very little. Specially poems and short stories.
I recently found a big blue book of all sorts of interesting stuff written by me when I was 8, including poems, stories and even a short play. Here's a sample of my writing:

Transcript:

I wrote this poem bymyself (yeah! no plagiarism) on 14-1-91. Aditi tandon 8 years. III A

Mister Sun
Good Morning Mr. Sun. How did you wake so soon?
You drove away the stars and darkness and the moon. (i LOVED to rhyme!)
You go to sleep when it becomes night
And I know what you're doing is quite right (the know-it-all Aditi)
In the morning you wake up the sleepy heads, to brush thier (ya, that's how I spelt it) teeth and comb thier hair
But first get up from thier beds
Now I say Good bye Mr. Sun, next time we'll have some more fun. (Definitely. I'm sure Mr. Sun had fun listening to an 8 year old narrate his daily schedule to him)

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