I found a bound tale
Ankle deep in a brook
A trickle of faded words
Damp pages in a book
Wettened by desire
Dropped by mistake
A gift is what you receive
Not what you take
Who wrote you
And bound you so well
Who imagined you
Who wrote this spell
A tome of wonder
Renewing alphabetical springs
Creating imaginations
And other wonderful things
Yes I found a bound tale
Ankle deep in a brook
A trickle of faded words
Damp pages in a book

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