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I go to bed each morning.
I wake up every night.
I spill my milk at breakfast,
And then turn on the light.
Each day I miss the school bus.
I never have been late.
I don't turn in my homework.
My teacher thinks I'm great.
Last year I was in high school.
Now I'm in second grade.
Next year I'll be in daycare.
I'll really have it made!
When I grow up I'm hoping,
A baby I can be;
A bottle in my mouth,
A cradle in the tree.
This poems so confusing,
Yet it's all so crystal clear.
Maybe I'll understand it,
When I'm born next year.