Book of Blank

I chose a book

from the shelf

Bound in black and gold

When l went to open

There was

page upon page

of

blank

Yet there was

beauty and care

taken to

make this

book that

was bound

One can only wonder why………

As I sat back

in my chair

of comfort

I stop again

and thought

As it came

i said

Someone

else

has taken

all the

words and

written

And there’s

nothing

else

for

someone

to say

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