My Notebook
Cardboard bound, paper built
And shackled in plastic rings
The world labelled Notebook
Hold all sorts of wondrous things.
Pages stained with a hundred spells,
Brings the land alive,
So tell me, weary traveller,
What do you need archived?
Copyright © James Jun | Year Posted 2016
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