the restless word

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In one of my essays for a class I took several years ago, I mentioned how a certain book which was at the bottom of a very tall pile found me.  I guess I could say the same about this book.  It was buried under a mound of books in a section I normally skip.  I have no idea what drove me to dig through all those horrendous titles but I’m really glad I did.

My glasses misplaced
I seem to have lost my page
Oh yes, where was I?
Tiptoeing thru graves
I find no sleep in this grotto
That is no mistake
I know you can’t be erased
But I can try
– Billy Corgan, Look

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