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I FOUND THIS POEM IN MY YEAR 12 ART BOOK. SO IT WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 17? I THINK... Did the pain of laughter ever count? "Smile dear child, smile" they squealed, And deep within the gurging bullet formed Sprouting leaves Sprouting colour Sprouting size And sprouting minds. And did you cry oh... Sign in to see full entry.