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Bookworm

I'm the ultimate bookworm my mother, God Bless her, taught me the joy of reading of writing of using thought for something a little more meaningful than cars, popularity money or fame in books your mind can travel there are no barriers for you each book adds another flavor to your being another star to your mind's sky they are things of beauty because you share them the reader and the author each merged together somehow their minds make more than two so I have spent a king's ransom in the years when I could afford to accumulate these golden treasures far more rich than gold or silver I made the master bedroom of my current home a library quite extensive where my mind can roam I have so many books I could not fit them all but part with one? never.... for any reason under the sun I have diaries from the civil war faded slightly but still a wonderous mirror into a time and life never to return many other treasures but books among my best I could never be a librarian little work would I get done my eyes would be stuck inside my charges and no one could withdraw a one.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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