Books Poem by Cody Klinker

Books



Day by day, the same two hands reach,
Grabbing my spine for another great read.
Attempting toe comprehend the words inside,
Telling the magnificent story that I behold.
These same two hands place me back
one the dust covered shelf with the others.
They have completed my work, and now
I wait for two different hands to pick me up.

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