I Hoard Books. They Are

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

Cinderella And The Prince Lived, They Say, Happily Ever After, Like Two Dolls In A Museum Case Never Bothered By Diapers Or Dust, Never Arguing Over The Timing Of An Egg, Never Telling The Same Story Twice.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.