Some say
I'm but a fool
Trying to read steady lines
When one can glance
At the back leaf
For summary and details.
A fool am I
To their eyes and senses,
But the bearing of truthfulness
Is slowly purchased
By the hand of perseverance
And patience.
If you're the book
And I, the reader;
I'd gladly take my time
Exploring your content
In profound measures.
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