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Book-heart
The books I love
are well fingered and thumbed
have tiny butter smudges
may harbour a crumb
the odd cat-whisker
a few dog-ears
a drop of tear
a brownish stain
(that looks suspiciously like tea)
I for one, am glad to say,
do not judge a book
by its cover -
but flit first among its leaves
like a hummingbird
sipping at a flower
The books I love
I must admit
do not sit
behind a museum of glass.
No the books I love
get kissed and squeezed
and pressed against my heart.
Written by Grace Nichols
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