I had a notebook that I couldn't find
A few poems written
Scribbled in a hurry,
Some in pencil
Others pen.
I thought it was lost,
Gone for good.
No matter how hard I searched,
It evaded capture.
One glimpse of the black spiral
Was all it took.
A finger hooked around it,
Pulled it free.
Beyond happy that I had found it,
My black and white floral notebook.
~Madelyn
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