All my #2 pencils are chewed and the erasers are gone.
Half the pages of my books have been folded.
Sections are highlighted and notes are scribbled
in all over the place! *shaking head*
The page margins are jammed with doodles,
of flowers, cats, stars, hearts and names.
*flipping pages to early in the year*
September doodles are all John, john, JOHN.
Who's John? *thinking back*
Oh, yeah. *smiling*OH YEAH.
It's good to review the book before midterms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The page margins are jammed with doodles' - All of John's?