The Book Shelf
The Book Shelf
Home to many books
Yeah the oak bookshelf has got the looks
Of books worn and torn
Tattered with worms
Tales of scorn
and of loves forlorn
Einstein up there
What's up with that hair?
And Emily Dickinson, what a creature!
How she did love that preacher
Shakespeare if you dare
A prodigy of words to care
Basking in all them books
Perhaps makes one have precocious hooks
or vice versa
as you may read of your vice curses
With book in hand, I'll never feel alone
They are my best friends with just the right tone/r
All this whispers my quilted pen
to begin to write and read again!
By Susan J. Mills
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