Unpublished: Exception Facebook
My cover may be frayed a bit
My pages inside worn
I have the odd dog ear
In places I've been torn
At spots I've been scribbled on
By someone else's hand
I've propped an old piano
When part of a band
But someone out there loved me
They read my words with care
So now I sit upon my shelf
Hoping to go somewhere...
You could open up my pages
Go on... take a look...
You'll never find yourself alone
When lost inside a book.
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