I am open book
Not sitting on the shelf
Closed and unrecogniczed
But open
Freely read
With thousands of minds
Thinking, pondering
About what is said
Because where would we be
If I stayed closed
Or if Whitman
Or Thoreau
One day decided
There was no need
For their words to be bound
And produced by the masses?
What a terrible world
What a terrible world
It would be indeed
So I am an open book
Take a look
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a look into a student, and future artist living in the City of Angels
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