paper yellow skin
ripped and torn
battered and weather-worn
cover thread bare, dusted gravel
silent voice
bursting of knowledge
wise of old
Forgotten.
one dawn stumbled upon by a mysterious
child looking for an answer.
Discovery by choice.
Just a stupid book...no....no
key to knowledge
past, present, and future things to come
A book, a book, a book
A message.
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