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Submitted:May 16, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

It sits there and collects dust

Its been there all its life

Why wont any one pick it up

Is it because its dusty

Or is it because its old

Its binding is riped

But still anew

It maybe old

But it just so dusty

Its just a book

That no one will touch

Because its different

Until someone is brave

It will sit to waste

Its just a book

So why are you afraid


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