23 September 2012

I am a diary,

And I write myself,

My own private diary,

My home's on the shelf.

Quill and ink in me,

They turn into words,

I do like animals,

Especially green birds!

I am a green diary,

Oh yes, I am,

I like to eat cheese,

And mozzarella with ham!

My other neighbors,

They're all old diaries and books,

They came from libraries,

I like the old book looks!

One day, April 10th 1986,

My pages began to fall out,

My cover began to be moldy,

I started to sneeze and snout,

But I still like the old look,

I kind of smiled with glee,

Almost every page has been torn,

Perhaps this is the end of me.

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