Why are you not talking to me? br I hold treasures just come and see br Come rustle my pages br The knowledge I hold spans ages. br br Look at my jacket br It’s art at its best br I’m dressed to seduce br Come set the wisdom on loose. br br Feel my binding with your hand br It speaks of the bookbinders work grand. br Don’t fold my pages or give me dog-ears br My glory and my value it smears. br br Here I am, a Book for you, br As a companion I hold vast value, br Cherish me and I’ll be your friend br Will make you wiser and set your insights on ascend. br br When the night is long and cold br Curl up with me to listen to tales untold. br When there is nothing better to do br Come to me, we’ll talk, me and you. br br (7 July 2006)br br .Pd.