<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Read The Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dolce said to read the book. <br>Don’t skip any pages though, <br>Lizzy; I want you to read it <br>From cover to cover. Ok lover, <br>You said and examined the <br>Book’s covers; the hard leather, <br>The well sewn pages. You knew <br>He wrote it without his name on <br>The spine with the title. It was <br>As he spoke, the words flowing <br>Across the page, the meaning <br>Carried on and over and into <br>Your head. You stopped on page <br>Nine; he’d written about the night <br>He’d screwed you five times, although <br>No name was mentioned, you knew <br>It was you. Even the bed and room <br>Were as it had been, written right <br>Down to the creaking springs and <br>The man next door banging on the <br>Wall with his darn shoe. You read on <br>Carrying that image with you, the way <br>He’d caught it all with the right words, <br>Hammered that night right home like <br>Some crucified butterfly onto the page <br>And into your head. You paused at page <br>Twelve. Some paragraph about some <br>Lark in the bushes in the park after dark. <br>That didn’t ring true, at least not with you. <br>Who was the woman? Who was the screw? <br>You closed up the book; refused to look <br>Or read anymore; you wondered who it <br>Was he’d had that night in the bushes <br>Beneath the moonlight. Maybe it was just <br>Poetic licence made up to make it sell well <br>And the cash machines ring loud and true.<br>But the bitch in the bushes wasn’t you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527959" data-title="Read The Book de Terry Collett" data-description="Dolce said to read the book. Don’t skip any pages though, Lizzy; I want you to read it From cover to cover. Ok lover, You said and examined the Book’s covers; the hard leather, The well sewn pages. You knew He wrote it without his name ..."></div> </div> </div>

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