Tucked tightly in place in the back of the book,
Adorned with loopy signatures, some familiar, some mysterious,
The history of a volume, a confession, or perhaps a pretension,
You were the dance cards in the great cotillion of the mind.
Photo by Chris Blakeley via Flickr
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