Mama told me to never stop reading
Oh, glorious
Is my relation to
Hard maple and unread pages
Oh, glory
How I love
My mother’s old dresser altered to a bookshelf
Oh, wait
Sometimes I think
I Smell remnants of
Your clothes behind
Hard back pages
Oh, yeah
I remember that
You loved to read and
Passed that trait to me
Oh, awesome
That I can see you
Through both purposes
It served
First In your life
Then mine
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