My battery went dead before i got to tell mrs foster "I'm Sorry"! I've never been hauled to the office so fast. Again "I'm sorry". My mind can not do Algebra. Forest Gump may well have been the luckiest person. I'm not stupid. I have however made some poor choices in life.  My bucket list consist of things i'd like to write before I die. I'm not dying that I know about. But I do have a compilation of poetry I've written. I'm a Poem hoarder. This is gonna sound crazy but I exspect someday to be recognized for somwething i've written. I mean like fame you can't hide from. People will wonder why I waited. Or why I exspect to have fame then die? It's because I got to choose in the second grade??
I don't know? I remember my teacher was mrs Powers. I remember we had square pices of carpet strung around on the floor. the windows face North lake road and the kickball field that had a big rock for second base. I remember being given some choices.  being poor and healthy?
or being un healthy and rich.  you get to live long and un healthy. or short and healthy.
 I crawled out from under a rock last week. I'm sorry! I've been gone.
This poem "Early February maybe May" Is loaded with my will write for food kindle book. the kindle books will let you review the first two poems of each book.