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I never learned to spell, at least not well.
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I never learned to count a great amount.
But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got.
I won't waste any time, I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me,
I could write a book
about the way you walk,
and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
on how we met
so the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
as my book ends,
how to make two lovers of friends.
