Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take …

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Jpg View Unread Comments Comments:, You have not commenting yet. On my first day of school, I was asked where my home was. I told the teacher it was in the big field behind this big house, with a big mailbox out front. We had the big field because some of the kids had to run to school on a field trip and the teacher needed all the extra help she could get. I went on to explain that my home was some place I didnt want to be, but I didnt want to be in the field with the big mailbox on the side of it either. That was the last time I was ever asked where my home was. I would go to my home in the big field. I live in an apartment building with about thirty other people I dont know. I see my home every day, but I dont go to it. Its small and dirty and it only seems to remind me of what Im missing. For most of my life, I had lived in my old home. I had my house, my things, and my memories. Sometimes I look up and look down the street and wonder what I could do there. Maybe I should try one of those things. Perhaps I can save people, like a doctor. Is there any way to be a nurse and also be famous. I dont think I would have any trouble keeping up with babies. But Im going to be somebody some day. Im going to be somebody and Im going to be something more. But the fact is, I am going to be somebody and Im going to be something more. There arent a lot of people living here, but there are a lot of people who used to live here before the building was torn down.

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