Library...A Poem by Judy PoncebyFor Creative Poetry...The deep rounded walls with shelf upon shelf of books, a coliseum holding the eternal spirits of word warriors. Each book burning with desire to be read. To be chosen with affection. To share its bounty of knowledge. To soothe the weary soul with poetic words. To clinch the reader's interest with murder most vile. To set the heart in flame with lust and love. This bastion of tomes held dear by every bibliophile. © 2011 Judy PoncebyAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on May 14, 2011 Last Updated on May 20, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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