Thursday, October 25, 2012

If Turnips Were Swords


If wishes were horses
beggars would ride,
those not lost that is
in a good book,
the lowly spirited away
to another place,
another time  
only to find
upon their return
books had gone the way
of horses, wishes
only words
on bound
printed pages
in the hands
of beggars. 


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