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Ragged and Raw

She holds the yellowed book for a long time Bound first in cloth, then leather, at last again soft She notices the gilt has gone It holds a story ragged and raw Bound first in cloth, then leather, now again soft Like a weary old heart, nearing the end It holds a story ragged and raw She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint Like a weary old heart, nearing the end She notices the gilt has gone She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint She holds the yellowed book for a long time.

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Date: 11/20/2017 3:13:00 PM
Very nice writing Grace
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Date: 1/3/2016 6:54:00 PM
Brilliant write
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Date: 8/27/2010 8:04:00 AM
great write sarah x
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