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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Personification Poem : Books

I sit on a shelf beside a window feeling hot and cold some of my pages can't hold.
I've been trampelled on jumped on by my grumpy owner. Someday I'll have a lovely owner that won't break my spine because they don't own that kind of mind.
I am made of trees can't you see from branches to leaves into a factory. My poor paper has been in a typing machine for too long it feels longer than 3,600 songs.
When I try to speak zero words come out I feel daft and want to shout.
Screaming for help just like in my words I've meet two pairs of eyes but not lemon curd..mmmm If I had a mouth I would die from wetness would never be dry would never be read.

Thanks

By Tori-Grace

2 comments:

  1. I love this poem! You've really understood the idea of personification. Your use of 1st person is very good and you've included some lovely phrases in your writing. Well done!

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  2. WOW! Thank-you SO much!! I'm sooo sorry I havn't got back to you! SORRY!

    Come have a look at my blog if you want ... THANKS!

    http://www.tremendousadventures.blogspot.com/


    Tori-Grace ( aka TORZ! )

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