The Purple Journal
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This is a collection of my poetry. It's called "The Purple Journal" because I write my poems down in a...well, purple journal :) It was given to me for Christmas by one of my best friends :) I always have more inspiration when I write in my purple journal. I wanted to share some of that with you. Enjoy :) I want to dedicate this book to GilbertBlythe who gave me my purple journal :)
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