Who started this?  Here’s my version, long past due.  The book spine poem.

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Where I was from

We wore borrowed finery.

The blood line of little children

Crying at the movies

For a multitude of sins.

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But we don’t live here anymore.

We went in search of satisfaction,

For giants in the earth

Telling the thirteenth tale,

How to breathe underwater.

Desperate characters.

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