Paragraph TWo That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capris Weekly newspaper To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed."Just plain dumb luck, the teacher said. I tasted success. Id sold the first thing Id ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with meParagraph Two That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capri’s Weekly newspaper. To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted success. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with me