my dear paper dictionary
will you forgive me please
for i don’t hold you anymore
i dumped you in that old box
sealed, kept somewhere in my garage
there were days, when i couldn’t do without you
i would open and search through you, a hundred times
on days when i wrote essays in my school
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would you forgive me for i am selfish now
lazy to flip through your many pages
i now depend on the latest means
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today, i have the urge to open the sealed box
in which i dumped you with my own hands
today, i have the craving to hold you again
i promise to keep you safe in my bag
promise to carry you along everywhere
forgive me my dear paper dictionary
i shall dump you NEVER again
I thought I was the the only one that abused his dictionary kn this day of technology
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Guess we all have..
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Indeed
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This is so true! I miss the turning of pages and the hunt for the right word. Your poem makes me so nostalgic!
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Yes my dear. We all have done the same to our dear dictionary.. sigh!
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Me being dyslexic I read the dictionary to help me memorize better and try to comprehend as much as possible. I am such a perfectionist though but I like your poem my love
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Thanks Morgan.. I am glad you like your dictionary better than other means.
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🙂
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Dictionary is very helpful…and i’m still using it.
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That is so sweet of you. Your lucky dictionary.
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🙂
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Feeling nostalgic! 😞
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Yeah, Dear Dictionary…
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