Well.
Hello there, my old friend.
It’s nice to see you,
It’s been so long.
You look just the same as you did
The last time I picked you up.
Yellowed pages,
Tattered cover,
The smell of the dust between pages.
We’ve aged nicely together,
Haven’t we?
How long have we known each other?
Lets see, I must have been 9 or 10,
that would make it thirty years at least.
Though you’re much older than me,
We’ve had some times together, eh?
And though you said the same thing
Every time I read you,
It always meant something just a little different,
A little deeper,
A little more profound,
As I grew up.
I have something to tell you,
I have some children of my own now,
And I hope, I just hope,
That one of them will find you,
Just like I did,
On the day my life changed.
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