Sometimes

 

Sometimes

I don't read things properly.

It's like looking at someone askance.


At others, I'll not understand, but

Read, read and read one hundred times.


Once I got a book out of the library consecutively for near on a year until

The librarian smiled at last and said

You must really like this book

But I just shook my head.

Gave it back next week



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