Notebooks


Permit me to tell you about notebooks,
Taunting, empty, clean, white space
But always running out of pages.
Thoughts that seem magnificent
Can look so very small on paper.
Yet my notebook is,
The safe place I can always come to,
No matter what the day has been,
To sweep up all my messy thoughts
And display them in my neatest print.

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