Once I was 1,
my family gave me a ton
of love
Once I was 2,
They told me
what to do
Once I was 3,
I loved to kick the tree.
Once I was 4,
I saw many poor
people
Once I was 5,
I loved to play high five.
Once I was 6,
Listening to mix.
Once I was 7,
I love the name Kevin.
Once I was 8,
I start to remember the date.
Once I was 9,
I am very fine.
Now I am 10,
The best age never again
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Hi Ziming. I like your poem. I’ve changed it a little bit to make more sense. Hope that’s okay. When you make lines rhyme, they should still make sense.
it’s okay
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Very good