My Poor Book

by adroit   Jun 23, 2008


Molly, you tore up my poor book
Written by Jonathan Glancey
I left it lying on the chair
I should have known it would catch your fancy
You somehow drug it out the dog door
Into the back yard
And hours later
I found one of my favorite books
Shredded into little paper shards

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