It has a back, it has a spine
But not at all like yours or mine.
It can contain some pictures but
It's not a home. It's every part
Is smooth and thin or thick and rough;
It makes you cry or tremble or laugh.
Its jacket can be hard or soft;
It lives in rooms or in a loft.
It often gives you good advice;
It fears dampness, fire and mice.
All things have volumes; that's well-known.
But it's a volume, just its own
Which has some volume... Me oh my,
It's very strange but that is why
It's full of stories, poems, tales
For any ages, different scales;
So touch its binding, take it, look
It through and guess: this is a book!
A Riddle
© Copyright: Нина Макарова 4, 2014
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