December 28, 2004

• Sophie Lucy Morgan.

  
  

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  “Age Nine” (Taken from my secret blog.)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Web-Page One
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  I am Sophie Lucy Morgan. I am nearly ten. I kept a blog of my thoughts and my poems, and mummy is trying with her best spelling and grammer. And she checks every spelling she finds though if I can’t spell a word at all, if the word looks silly to me then I always put a shorter word in, one I think I can spell (or mummy can!)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  It was when I was nine that Mummy got my secret blog, at first it was not secret but I got an eMail from a man who said I was sexy (I put my picture in the blog, you won’t get it here!) I really am called Sophie Lucy. I have those two names and “Morgan”. No one will read this except by invite, so if you are reading this is cos Mummy trusts you.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  I try to be a good girl, I go to church. I try and understand other people, I cry at cruelity I don’t do dirty things like Jane, she is ten and the whole school thinks she’s having it off with her sister’s boyfriend.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  I shall put poems into this book, a book not really for you, but for me, to inspire me to be a better poet, a better lady.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Because Mummy tries to make it in good English, people will say I have not wrote this nor the poems cos Mummy trys and make them smile, I don’t care, I can share my words with Mummy, she taught me most of them didn’t you? Words like (deleted word!).
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Here is a poem not corrected in spelling and grammer like Mummy, she keeps the originals in case one day people prefer my last draft.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  MUMMY AND THE BARNARNA.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  on my barnarna
  

  
  

  Mummy wrut
  

  
  

  Knot to ferget to brring
  

  
  

  My PE kit home
  

  
  

  With “PS I love you!”
  

  
  

  I ket the barnarna skin
  

  
  

  Huntil it went all blaikc…
  

  
  

  Then I cried.
  

  
  

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  Sophie Lucy Morgan (Aged eight)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Mummy said I was a dreadful child, who used to have tantums (or as I called them “tam-tums”). But now I hope I am better. I am an Alter girl, and Father McIleney is a good male model for me (I like to think he is my true father, that makes Mummy laugh so I play up to it), but really I am just a creep. I like to be important, I want to be a real writer one day. Mummy also wants me to, so I play my role as a different person to different people. Mummy says that is important, to always understand others. I mean no one any harm and as no one will EVER want to read this (deleted word!).
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  MUMMY, people are grown up, we use that word to the teacher sometimes and she uses the word back and says another rude way and we will will laugh and teacher will be sorry she taught us another rude word we in fact already know.
  

  
  

  “Don’t report me boys and girls.” But she don’t get me. Read the poem I wrote and read in class.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  LITTLE ANGELS.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  I like the rain.
  

  
  

  I call the raindrops
  

  
  

  “Little Angels”.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  I see them
  

  
  

  As angels falling on us
  

  
  

  To make us know
  

  
  

  That they exist
  

  
  

  Watching over us
  

  
  

  Inside water.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Teacher called the above poem “silly” said rain is just water just like you drink in the tap and just like you (deleted word) out!
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Later I will write about my Daddy but kind lady Tiffy Witherington wrote one about her own daughter when they were both younger. I see my daddy there. More later.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  “Doesn’t Daddy Love Me anymore?”
  

  
  

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  After two hours at the window,
  

  
  

  Her coat on, her bag ready…
  

  
  

  She had looked at me and said
  

  
  

  “Doesn’t daddy love me any more?”

  
  

  
   

  
  

  I took her to town
  

  
  

  And she saw you there
  

  
  

  In a strange car
  

  
  

  With a strange woman.
  

  
  

  She never mentioned you again
  

  
  

  Until today
  

  
  

  When you came for her
  

  
  

  And she was not in.
  

  
  

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  Tiffy Witherington
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Sophie Lucy Morgan.
  

  
  

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