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My Book
Lynne Bullard
One small book upon my self,
Holding secrets of myself.
It has no ears, nor a mouth to speak,
All my secrets it promises to keep.
Until someone finds my small book
And opens it to take a short look.
They'll find all my secrets, my joys and my fears,
Tell them to people and cause me some tears.
There are many things I've wanted to say
But instead I just turn away.
So I get down my small book and start to write
I put all my feelings and fears out of sight.
I hope no one looks inside to see
But if they do, they'll see the real me.