A journal
Blank pages just waiting
To be filled with words
This is how it begins
Then
Poetry, mystery, and tragedy
Flow from frantic pens
With hope, wishes and maybe tears
A finished product finally appears
And those pages (no longer so blank)
Become our books so dear.
Blank pages just waiting
To be filled with words
This is how it begins
Then
Poetry, mystery, and tragedy
Flow from frantic pens
With hope, wishes and maybe tears
A finished product finally appears
And those pages (no longer so blank)
Become our books so dear.



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