Nothing but Letters
By Cameron N
Tue, 30 Aug 2011
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She sits and she reads
and she reads
and she reads
and she reads and she reads.
What can she not learn form her marvelous reading?
She reads fairytales
with kings and queens.
She reads scientific stories
with aliens and chemicals.
She reads and reads
and reads.
Many things she does read,
but never does she read of love.
Why, you may ask, does not she?
She knows that no one can learn love from a book.
So she gives and she tells and
she shares her own love.
If she has enough love left over,
she may write a book about it.
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new Cameron N I enjoyed this
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new Cameron N
I enjoyed this poem.
And how person reads so much,
but can never read of love.
And the last lines.
If she has enough love left over,
she may write a book about it?
Why not? I also think there is a picture
of a young girl, with her feet up, reading.
Called The Reader.
julie x
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