'Round the Corner📚

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We make a date; let's meet at the book nook,
That sells every subject between covers,
Holding the universe in a nutshell.
 
So when he shows up exactly on time
Impeccably dressed in his bookish style,
I practic'lly swoon, that look from his specs!
 
We pass by bags of ground beans & green tea,
Of rotating racks with canvas book bags,
And rows of trendy kiln-glazed mugs on hooks.
 
We both look askance at hands on the clock.
As if from one mind we bolt for the stairs;
The lift would be faster, but time is scarce.
 
We run for the stacks and down the first row,
Biology!  That's more than we want to know.
Surgery, Dentistry, Philosophy.
 
Sigmund, where are you when we need you most?
We go down - on all fours - and start crawling.
Geology.  Ha!  They'll NEVER find us!
 
We lie in a pile of first editions.
I writhe and I gasp; he's found my hot spot:
I love the smell of hard-bound most of all!
 
This will always be our fa-vo-rite place.
Love in a local shop 'round the corner,
There's nothing better for bookworms like us.
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