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Love journal
I pick my locks with true grace, and style to see a hidden key.
I rattle the chains hard and tight, but I tried with all my might.
But luckily I found a key in the grass, and then I pick up the key.
Then I found a scared journal, with a lock on it but I paused for a moment.
To see a perfectly good journal, lay flat on the shade of the grass.
I read the journal for a while; it had no writing in it so I give it to a close friend to me.
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You know with poems like this I make up own stories. As in, I had nothing to say, so I passed it along to a friend that did. I can envision someone with writers block, which couldn't be the case because you wrote this! I like it!
it gives a sense of mystery to the reader as in the fact they are wondering afterwords why was it blank and just laying on the grass i do hope you write more poems that add to it so i can find out why it was laying on the grass and it was blank you have me on the edge of my seat man this poem was good now i have to wait oh well lol write on my friend write on