Episode-Reading
I was lounged prostrate,
And in a restful state,
A light was lit just at the right place,
And in cold weather fire place was ablaze,
I had a soft and warm bed,
And I had been well fed,
I held my favorite author,
And my mind had no bother,
Each letter coalesced with the other,
To form those well seen words,
Words were woven into taut meaning,
One meaning lay there,
And was leaning into the other naked and bare,
Each paragraph carried food for thought,
Which my mind had long sought,
By the time I was through with several pages,
My mind was satiated,
It thumped me on the feast,
And I tuned over for a nice peaceful sleep.
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