Reading Disasters

by Luzzi   Jul 14, 2006


I sit down try to read my book,
I hear it talking to me but just don't know how it looks.
I close the book shut,
I'm really going nuts.

Books cant really talk...
If they could they could squawk.
I'd know it if they could,
Only if they could tell me i would...

I'm going nuts man,
I really had a tan...
I should go to close to the sun to much,
What a day with a such.

I needa relax.
When my dad goes on his car he always puts speed on max.
What has that got to do with my reading thing?
Soon it might be spring.

Oh no i've lost it.
In just a minute,
I'll be good and fine.
But i'm not even nine.

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