I bought a book that nobody checked out
It looked so lonely, sitting on the shelf
A million books encircled it about
And yet it seemed like it was by itself
I wonder if it cried or even cared
I wondered if its title was too long
When lights are out, do lonely books get scared?
Perhaps my purchase-timing was just wrong
I picked up and opened it to read
It seemed it knew what it was meant to be
I flipped through several pages at high speed
And heard it whisper quietly to me
You never know when somebody will find
A book like me to ease their troubled mind.
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