Used Paperback Bookstore
They trade you one for two,
Within the same price range,
Their formula won’t change,
And later when you’re through
You’ll swap them for some new.
But when my life is done,
Will books I’ve written be
Recycled, mindlessly,
Will there be even one
Collectors hunt, for fun?
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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