A collaboration with Dear Heart and Jack Horne
The first 10 lines are Dear Heart and the next 10 lines are Jack Horne
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My library has grown and grown, so many- my shelves groan; there are more books than I can ever read, but they keep coming like a need. There are tilting piles of books along walls, accumulated in time both the big- and smalls; books, books on each table . . . to read I will be unable. I can hear them - whispering to me their story; a thousand doors into love, fury and glory . . . I wander up and down each row, so much- I want to know; I smile at books I've read before and some, are children's books I'd read with mom. I spot a naughty tale intended to arouse, and blushing, put it back- continue with my browse; from cars, to crime, to birds . . . each shelf is packed with learned words. I'd like to read each one- too much for me to see; I'd need to reach the year three thousand ninety-three ! ________________________________ October 16, 2019 Poetry/Rhyme/A Thousand Books to Read Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-034-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Co-writer, Jack Horne Written for the contest, Introduction by Collaboration sponsor, Silent One First Place
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