Books
You never know
What a book holds
Until you open up the pages
That sometimes fold
And they look
All crumpled and old
And when you read
The pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
And sometimes
If you’re not lucky
The pages will never unfold
And they will always look
All crumpled and old
And you will not be able
To read the pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
by
*O*
You never know
What a book holds
Until you open up the pages
That sometimes fold
And they look
All crumpled and old
And when you read
The pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
And sometimes
If you’re not lucky
The pages will never unfold
And they will always look
All crumpled and old
And you will not be able
To read the pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
by
*O*
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