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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