The Lost Book
Mark     Tucked in a corner of my shelf on high,
Mark     Where texts can be misplaced
Mark     The undiscovered book will lie,
Jorge Gonzales     
Mark     Without a reader, without a face,
Charles Eddy     It sits, quietly, without a place
Abe Torkelton     
MIke Jackson     
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gry     Its purpose long since past
Nolan     It's letters now just cryptic waste,
Nolan     Hacked at by hackers in finger casts
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ClarkKent     OBccyzAHPtccuessp
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elisabeth COnstantine     
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RainbowCarnage     Running apps from days gone past.
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