There was a writer once
that felt he would rather read
than write.
But when he wrote,
it moved him so much as a reader,
he could not stop writing.
And when the entire piece was written
and read
to his complete satisfaction,
he ran out of the house
and climbed the tallest hill
and rang the church bells.
Folks in the village knew to come
and join him
in reading,
because no one
ever read
the way he did.
He read
as if he was writing
a love letter
to each
and every one
of them.
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