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Book Lover

Book Lover Robert William Service I keep collecting books I know I’ll never, never read; My wife and daughter tell me so, And yet I never head. “Please make me,” says some wistful tome, “A wee bit of yourself.” And so I take my treasure home, And tuck it in a shelf. And now my very shelves complain; They jam and over-spill. They say: “Why don’t you ease our strain?” “some day,” I say, “I […]