Readers Poem by Francie Lynch
Readers
The boy sitting by his locker
While the horde heads to Wendy's
Likes to read Emily and Sylvia.
The girl with the flowing floral muumuu
And tatoo reading Nature likes
Ralph, George and Robert.
The man standing in the apse
Of St. Patrick's reads
Milton and Blake.
The mother reads Dr. Seuss, often,
The same story, over and over again.
And who reads me?
All of the above?
None of the above?
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