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Oct 2016
If I was my life to read,
I think I'd find a tragedy.

But with each page I turn
I'd find something new to learn.

Perhaps on one I'd shed a tear,
On another I'll fill with fear.

At times I'll be an action drama,
At others something calmer.

But as I run out of pages and space,
A bleaker ending I seem to face.

Each character highlights a new flaw,
And I wonder how there could be more.

This book may brings its highs and lows,
But it's ****** no one knows.

That is one thing I can't forget:
I haven't read the ending yet.
Tasman Suitor
Written by
Tasman Suitor  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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   Tulip Chowdhury and Corvus
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