Book Poem by Sad Truth

Book



Maybe its time
To take a look
Read me like
An open book

When nothings left
It’s all your fault
When nothings there
There is no air

Maybe its time
To take a look
But now the books’
All tattered and torn

Never say that you weren’t warned...

Monday, August 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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Sad Truth

Sad Truth

Mt Isa QLD Australia
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