Reading the Ceiling

Hello?

I’m talking to you, over there

In the corner

Why yes

I can deduce

That you’re

Reading the ceiling

And don’t want to talk to me

But

If you look down

You’ll catch a glimpse of me

Grinning

Before it’s just carpet and dust

Can we be friends?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll bring

A book that I know

Brings out the best of me

Maybe

Books do the same thing to you?

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