A poem About a childs Exercise Book.
Exercise Book
I lie in a bag all day,
Never wait to be used,
No care taken with me,
Always suffer in a little bag,
Nobody has written in me for ages,
pages teared out of me,
Thrown around as if i Have no Respect, Rubbish all over my pages,
I wish everyone took care of me.
I help people learn, But they don’t realise.
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