A Book On the Table---
In the middle of the room stands a table
With four wooden legs
One is slightly shorter now it wobbles
oddly, enough there placed on top
an open book
And as I look
And fan through the pages
There's letters in the book
Holding hands making words
Siting down on the sofa making sentences
Jumping up hurriedly rested
Now skipping along as paragraphs
Now if I understand this write and I read and as I'm able
Comprehend it not must be A Book on the TABLE---
1/9/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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