My diary bit me last night It bit my hand then lunged for my throat So I tore it’s pages to shreds and lit fire My memories, some not missed, but most will be.
It screamed and cussed as it burst into flames Thrashed and trashed its outer cover While still aiming for my throat I sat back and found another book
As I wrote I promised I’d come back when the flames died The diary still wearing itself out Other books said I lie, but my promise I would keep No matter how scuffed up the cover turned out
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