A PAGE FROM A BOOK
A page from a book
Carried by the winds of time
Picked up by a seagulls hook
Colored upon by a kid of just nine
Wrinkled maybe, yet with a story to tell
Of the book from which it parted
No matter how tattered, couldn't I just dwell
Upon the lovely images, from where I once started
A page of glorius colors and prints
Holds a fond tale of a life so full
A page that wants to be mint
And have the dreams be written....that would be so cool
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