Final Project Survey English

In the same time when you were in the books or even in the papers

Dear,  Someone who lives in thousands words, “Mr. S”

I am only a girl who looks for men

Men or a man whom I don’t ever know

They or he gives me some poems until ten

And they amaze me somehow when I show

I can’t say those words are dust aboveground

But they seem more than silver or even gold

Side those words, diamond’s shy to stick around,

And even emerald soon becomes mold

It’s glad for me when I read the last note,

when I find something that you were inside

It may be like a joke or anecdote,

When I aware from men who become guide

Yeah, now I recognise you, “Mr. S”

Although, well, now you are stuck on the ice