#SOL 17 Day 17
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
My notebook is coming apart at the seams.
A little like me it seems.
It has hardly been written in or read,
But its demise has me seeing red.
When I bought it, it looked really great,
but now on my nerves it does grate.
It’s not like it’s just a small piece
If it were then I could have peace.
I don’t want to leave it bare,
but this rip is more than I can bear.
To abandon it doesn’t seem right,
Within it will I be able to write?
Oh, I’ll keep it and stop my whine
As I pour myself a nice glass of wine.
Rita DiCarne 
Ah! This is fantastic! What a fun idea!!!
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I chuckled out loud! This is very clever and I love the quote at the beginning of it too!
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This is a very fun & lighthearted poem to which I can relate, as I too, have a notebook addiction. That and list-making. I enjoyed this!
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So well done! Perfect, simple, elegant and relatable. I lose my mind when stuff like that happens!
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I love the feel of a new notebook! Limitless possibilities. Your accidental poem is fun too. Great slice, Rita.
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Thanks, Diane.
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Oh, that is a nice accidental poem! It has potential as a mentor in a lesson on homophones. Thanks for sharing, and I am glad you’ll keep it.
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Witty word play. i enjoyed your accidental poem.
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I have had notebooks like that! 🙂 Great use of homophones. Thanks for sharing.
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Great play on words!
Sorry to see the notebook… I’d use that as an excuse to go get a new one! 🙂
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I have a notebook addiction. I just may have a new one waiting in the wings 😉
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