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Novels In Verse

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He is suddenly
devouring them as if they
were sweet as sports
and sunny days spent
somewhere far from school
This formerly
recently
decidedly
uninterested in books boy

So though, like prayer, my only
words should be, Thank you,
Instead I ask
Kwame Alexander
Sharon Creech
Ron Koertge
Jacqueline Woodson
all of you, authors of spare
and perfect lines
leavers of huge comforting
margins of white space
I know
(I do know)
this is much harder than it looks
but
could you
please
write faster?

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