Best Snooks Poems

In my mind, there is nothing more scary
Than a city without a library.
Libraries are the souls of our culture.
There's no better place for folks to tarry.

Those that wander along the shelves and nooks
Are likely to be enlightened by books,
And gain knowledge and skills to earn...

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I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language. "Richard Peck"


Each living being has a birth-to-death cycle,
Existence is steered by pulses above our feeble,
Despite our tries, time neither ceases nor boosts,
This realism cannot be expanded to our disputes.

We dwell...

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I 'spose I'm revealing my age but how I hanker once in awhile,
To return to days of yore and spin ye old Crosley radio dial!
To our delicate ears, those shows were considered wholesome,
Unlike some television shows today that are rather loathsome!

We marched 'round the breakfast...

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I reckon I'm revealing my age when about radio days I pen,
But I fondly recall listening to our Philco radio 'way back then.
What wondrous tales, mysteries and pure comedy from it flowed,
By simply tweaking the tuning knob on the dial that brightly glowed!

I sprawled upon...

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Truths, as though fairy tales, I have heard so miscellany,
That her flora and fauna reveal true theophany;
Rolling and spinning lowlands with hill-like granite blessings,
Moss misty magnificently mysterious dressings;
Romantic and luring - they say - her existential look,
Brooks, rooks, and snooks are seen in every woods...

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