A Book Speaks
When you drop me on the floor
I get stepped on - my sides are sore;
Torn-out pages make me groan;
I feel dizzy if I'm thrown;
Every mark and every stain
On my covers gives me pain;
Please don't bend me,
if you do I don't want to talk to you;
But we will both be friends together,
If you protect me from the weather
And keep me clean so that I look
Like a tidy, neat and happy book.
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