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Memories.! #2

I remember writing this poem as child. When I got this diary it was like the best thing I could asked for at that time. It was the best diary with black leather cover and the pages were oh so good. I liked writing on it with a blue or black pointer. It was so much fun. Btw, I don’t even understand that what does that last line means, ‘but it is the dearest polish of my fry’ ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ haha, maybe I wrote it to make it sound like a rhyme…those were the days.๐Ÿ˜„IMG_20180413_004424644.jpg