Poem To
a martini


The Love of Books

Oh for a book and a shady nook
Either indoor or out,
With the green leaves whispering overhead,
Or the street cries all about;
Where I may read all at my ease,
Both of the new and old,
For a jolly good book whereon to hold
Is better to me than gold.

 Old English Song     




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