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On a Morning Whim
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On a Morning Whim |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
He paused mid walking Crowds around just talking The air cluttered with sound Buses bustling by Cars careening nigh Too much everything around, So he opened a door To a just opening store To get away and to take a look Of what ever was there As long as he was elsewhere To this quieter side trip he took. Beyond the door Was an old bookstore, (The books that is not the store) Stacks of them piled high Waiting for the shelves nearby, Or a display to catch the eye. It was a place dim and cool And a short woman on a stool Placing book on high Skirt riding up showing thigh As she reduced the pile Paused to give him a smile He really didn’t need another book But while there he thought he’d look Over classics from long gone ages, She in time got the books all right Although so high they weren’t in sight, She called them her hidden pages. Eventually he found a tome Between quiet conversation exchanged Just something for him to take home He left as she began to rearrange Stacks to shelves in many rows Now stooping for placement low. Returning to the street Joining the shuffling feet With new old book reality meet. Gloom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor You are sly with your imply. LOL Enjoyed |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Ah... I felt like a peeping tom...lol  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
pretty cool write |
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