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Independent Reading

Too much to choose from
shiny books delectable
as scattered jewels thrown
on the ground or berries tipped
from the bush to the cracked bowl.
Choose for me, she says
Just tell me which one to read.
Desperate to know
desperate for someone else
to pick wisely as if books or berries
are about to disappear.

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