It made me cry. I guess I have another poet in the family. Here is one selection:
I wish I could fly.
Like a bird.
And dream about falling off a cliff.
I am flying over the sea.
I used to swim all day.
But now I want to fly.
I seem to make a house.
But I'm really me.
By Miles Hatton, Age 9 (when he wrote it)
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