Choosing My Library Books
So many choices; I feel gleeful.
I pull seven books out and start to read
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
My mother reminds me seven is the limit.
The old lady librarian winks at me.
She knows I will be back tomorrow
For my next seven.
as usual.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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