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i remember when i was a kid 

i used to carry with me a little notebook 

so i could write down every single 

poem, song or rhyme 

that came into my mind  

it would be something about 

birds bees and flowers 

dogs and beach and summer 

a colorful life playing in the 

background of that little mind 

my dad was so proud 

"she can rhyme like no one else!"

he used to say to everyone,

he even wrote about it one day 

(i still have the letter) 

but i don't have any of 

those little notebooks to look back

i never treasured them 

guess that, at some point, 

poetry and rhymes just went away 

now they're back 

well, i can't rhyme no more 

but i sure do like to carry 

my little notebook

wandering around to write about 

love and lost and pain

the beautiful and the ugly and the broken

write about anything that comes to my mind 

but also to write about me

this time, i wanna remember

how i feel

how it felt 

how i'm healing 

and how broken i'm 

write it all down - so i can treasure this