Just Like my Journal

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Just Like my Journal

Just like my journal,
i am falling apart,my pages torn and withered.
Just like my journal,
I am decorated and have seen many days.
Just like my journal,
i am filled with many kinds of tales,sad and cheerful.
Just like my journal,
I shut this chapter of my life and put it on the shelf.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

xxlivixxbooger’s Poems (13)

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Just Like my Journal 0
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