Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Old Notes

He opened up a book today
He hadn’t held in years
And found a penciled margin there
Intelligent and sure

A young aspiring reader with
A penetrating wit
Had managed with un-tempered lead
A calculating writ

He laughed just then and pursed his lips
An understanding hmm
For the wise author now long dead
Was laughing back at him

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