For the love of Theatricality: the poem.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year…
,,
It is so hard to leave - until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
Paper Towns (John Green)
