Books are gentle companions. Usually.
Except for that one time I was just about murdered by books.
That was twenty years ago . . .
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I didn't know what to do with my
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If you call on
me
one evening
in the city
of un-
known poets
we'll talk
not a word
of the turning
world
no
but win-
dows throw
open
and listen
to the unsung in
unison
beautifully
singing
me
one evening
in the city
of un-
known poets
we'll talk
not a word
of the turning
world
no
but win-
dows throw
open
and listen
to the unsung in
unison
beautifully
singing