The lonely book
Once there was a book who sat
 
On a shekf of wooden slat
 
He was of paper and a 
 Page
A golden time, a lost age
Who reads me now, who picks me up?
Who loves me now? I give up!
I can’t compete with technology
I feel trapped now, no longeer free
No purpose i serve, no usei have
None to give me a second look,
Cos i’m just a lonely book
       A lonely book Life as we live it
                          From birth to death
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