Dust particles linger
On the spines of
Long aged books,
Making the pages yellow
With age;The spines are not broken
The corners are not bent
Not a word is read
Not a phrase is uttered
In the distance of time;Yet there are those
Of ages long past
Who could have sworn
Their lives on the books
Kept in their mindsApril 25, 1997
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