Old maids on dusty
Novels left unto themselves.
Pages never touched by man,
Clasped and bound by leather bands.
Forgotten volumes yet unseen,
Treasures hidden deep between
Their enjoined pages void of lovers,
Encased between protective covers.
No eyes have seen, no one has been,
In dusty novels graced with sin.
Thus, ever left unto themselves,
These old maids on dusty shelves.
© 2006 by Dot McGinnis
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