Dusty Pages

Bending wooden shelves,
Curving where they’re weak,
Installing more support into the wood that seems so meek.

Call me a collector,
A foolish one, at that,
For these things take up space, and roominess is where it’s at.

I may be a nerd
Pushing glasses up my nose,
But I don’t need technology, and to it I won’t transpose

Don’t need a fancy Kindle,
Won’t download an IPhone App,
Nothings feels as good as an old book upon my lap.





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