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ByJLS
Submitted:May 16, 2012 Reads: 4 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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