I’m
writing on the final page
Of where I rhyme at home.
My pencil scratches fill the lines
And somehow form a poem.
Of where I rhyme at home.
My pencil scratches fill the lines
And somehow form a poem.
I’ll
proof-read, type and save, then post;
This notebook’s done until
Tomorrow’s writing, which will start
Another book to fill.
This notebook’s done until
Tomorrow’s writing, which will start
Another book to fill.
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