I see you sitting there amongst your friends.
So handsome, though your jacket shows a tear,
And many of your pages have tipped ends.
How could you be so loved without this wear.

The First Edition ~ that's your pedigree
Untouched, pristine; no story does it tell.
Successor to this print, you are so free
To be fulfilled; in loving hands you dwell.

But comes the time today we'll say goodbye.
I thank you for those special words you've said.
New mates await you. Oh, they'll laugh and cry,
Appreciating how you're so well read.

A gift you are ~ with pearls and gems inside.
For as you're opened up, you shine with pride.


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