It sits in a glass case in our bookstore…for all our customers to see…
It is old and It's expensive and must be handled sparingly.
I've often wondered about the route this book has taken…from the frontier days of yore…how it found it's way from where it was written to a glass case in our store.
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Wow--Such a wonderful poem! One must read the poem till the last line to give an opinion.
You had me going for a few minutes there, Jim, but something didn't ring true when you let a drunk woman handle a thousand-dollar book!
Woah you caught me by surprise, i really didn't expect the ending, what a super fantastic poem. Kudos! !