Notebook
I am a notebook
I wonder what a pencil feels like?
I hear sharpeners go shhhhhhh
I see desk-topia the land of school supplies
I want to go out and see the world
I am grateful to be a notebook
I pretend to be an explorer
I feel hopeful and happy
l touch friendly notebook hands
I understand a classroom is a busy place
I say bye to my owner before she goes home
I dream to be an explorer
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