Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Punching

I'm lonely,
No one remembers me,
They loose me
And don't use me.

I am such a useful tool
I don't take up much room
I'm not even that heavy.

But no one loves me
No one even likes me.
And why?

Because there's a bigger,
heavier,
one out.

So it can do more work,
Its also bulky,
And you don't ever
See any one caring around one them.

Its all because
I am only one hole.
Its three.
The world is so prejudice.

So I didn't know what to write about so I asked my teacher what she was thinking about and her awnser was "Where to get a one hole hole puncher." So I did it. I made a poem in the eyes of a hole puncher. I'm proud of myself cause I don't usually write like this.

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