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Bookstore

May 29, 2019
By Anonymous

Beyond restaurants

Against the weather

Boiling days or raging winds

Despite the crowd

I finally can go in

Sunlight floods through windows

That light up the bookstore

I browse over books

Too many to count

Around I search

From one end to the next

Walking beside this

Observing over there

Under that

I find my way out of the checkout

And my wallet is flat


The author's comments:

This poem discribes my feelings when I walk into a bookstore because books are cool, and bookstores are cool, and reading is just overall preatty cool.


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