Harry is 11 years old, and he lives with his brothers and two parents in Brooklyn. If you want to contact him, then that is really a shame because he doesn't have a personal website and he doesn't like giving his personal information away to complete strangers.
“I am not friends with my nose anymore / We used to be the best of friends”
I am not friends with my nose anymore
We used to be the best of friends
We’d play for hours in the park
Then I would go to school
But I would take my nose with me
And then he would show me
Smelling things
Just the two of us
But then
Winter came
No more park
I was sad
At least I had school
He didn’t like the cold either
Then he turned all red
I would rub him
But it would only hurt more
Then no more school
A little bit later I stopped being friends with him
Then my nose stopped letting me smell
No more anything
In about two weeks my nose gave me a lesson
It started to bleed
We couldn’t fix it
My nose wouldn’t stop
He was being a meanie
Then we went to the hospital
They gave me something round and green to swallow
It didn’t really help
More and more blood
Then my parents were whispering to the people in the white suits
Then I suddenly felt really sleepy
When I woke
And now we’re not friends anymore
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This is a very interesting poem. I never would have thought that someone would write a poem about this topic, but your poem is a very fun piece to read and it’s amazing!