Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Poem by Reyes Carrillo


                     Exercise book

I am a clean white book.
I like to see when people write on me.
And all of a sudden they scratch like crazy.
I cry!
I scream!
But they didn’t hear me.
And all of a sudden a cloud comes and helps
Me take all the scratch and
Pain.

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