My Own

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    My Own

    Have you ever felt as though
    Your name is not your own?
    I guess it's one of those feelings
    You feel when you are grown
    I may not be grown,
    But my feelings are surely my own.
    Maybe when I am grown
    This feeling will dissapear.
    And I shall not fear
    The worry of
    My name not being
    My own.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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