Pages of a book keep turning,
All of which I keep yearning,
For someone to turn the page,
The cover and the flow seem to grow,
Anticipation and desire is all there,
What’s round the corner?
What’s round that bend?
Another chapter,
I hope it doesn’t end.
From front to back,
Cover to cover,
The words never end,
It’s a story,
And I’m liking it,
I can’t put it down,
My eyes get tired,
I fall asleep,
And I dream,
Hoping of a happy ending.
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