Sunday, November 10, 2013

Them Books

If I should falter,
Remember I loved those books of mine.

No discarded rubbish heap,
No pavement pushcart,
No irresponsible finger
Shall they bear.

Resplendent shall they lie,
Locked away and encased,
Breathing small islands,
craggy mountain peaks,
and that snowflake.

Remember me to the story.
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