I'm an open book.
Come take a look.
I have nothing to hide.
My mind not narrow but proportionally wide.
Come read me page by page.
This life for me has been my stage.
There is sorrow and there is wit.
There is no dark corners every page is brightly lit.
Book title is called me.
Come have a look, no cost it's free.
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Author:
Wallace (
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