The books I discarded from my TBR Pile I took them outside. Half-finished, half-hearted half-outlined, half-started the books I discarded rest patiently now. Damp, decomposing slip stinking, worm-eaten 'neath radishy moments, play squeal peels, laughter rinds,
Getting to know You, O Best Beloved.
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