24 August 2009

books


my books are secluded in an attic
unread, unloved
smothered pages wither in the summer heat
yellowing, curling
growing old waiting for the shelf
will they remember me?


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  1. Anonymous28 September, 2009 22:06

    Books are like old friends -- out of sight,out of mind, but always there when you need them --

    Dad

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