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My Prized Possession


If I'm ever stranded in an island

The one thing I cant live without is my prized possession

My Grandfathers pocket knife

It reminds me of who I am, and why I'm alive

It will let me be innovative

I can be very creative

I can cut branches

Leading to more chances

I can create fire, since my knife may never expire

I can make sparks with a few scratches

I can be like I have my own personal matches

Not only that but it can be my only proctection

Or when I hunt i can make a few dissection

My prized possession is very useful

It may be very crucial

I believe it has its many uses

Its a knife that is very exclusive

So thats what I would need to survive 

In am island where I wanna stay alive

I can not live without my Grandfathers pocket knife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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