Just Me, My Paper, and Pencil
Thoughts may pop in and out of my head
The song of my I pod may change
Time my be running out
But I don’t care
Just because I am pouring out my heart
Yesterday’s worries may return
But its ok ill soon learn and move on
No little brother asking for my attention
No loud television that my great grams can’t hear
It’s just me, my pencil, and my paper
The beautiful slowly turned rigid slopping letters to
The words that stick out and ring out so clear
The entry of my day has now been complete
The End
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