Poetry corner.
So, last night I read this over at Pete's and this morning I woke up with this in my head. Not sure it'll mean much to many, but I felt like putting it up. Here:A Bookseller's Lament
"I'm sorry, but it's not in stock," I said and passed
Nothing but a smile across the counter.
You didn't understand, and I
(although as ever passionate)
didn't really care.
It's hard to be helpful when,
Where your book used to be,
There's only a hole.
posted by Memehunter @ 1:47 PM
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