What does a book mean to you?

A bunch of printed pages

A stack of fictional stories

A horde of imaginary people

To each its own

Some find the rains a beauty

And some a curse

A mere inconvenience

The book you call nonsensical

I revel in its beauty and freshness

The stories you call fictional

I believe are tales yours and mine

That horde of imaginary people

Are all i have on lonesome nights

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