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B as in book
I sit on a hard wood plank, My spine facing empty aisles. Between A and C, you’ll find me, Longing to be held. I am silent (if nothing else). I only speak when opened, And then softly, in a hush, heard behind the eyes, between the ears. O, can you hear me now? I sit lonely on this shelf. Please look at me, please pick me up. Please listen while I talk! Kåre Enga Catalogue number: [162.183] 10 juni 2005
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