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Were I a Book

By: Andrew Scott

Were I a book
(A dedication)

Were I a book, I’d be dogeared,
With aspirations to be revered,
Like a Salinger, Irving or Atwood.

Were I a record, I’d be scuffed and scratched,
In a different sleeve, liner notes mismatched,
From being played loudly and waking up the neighbourhood.

Were I a burner, I’d be Bunsen,
Open your heart and when I’m once in,
I’ll parasol above to try and keep the wolves at bay.

Were I ink, I’d be blotted,
Were I booze, I’d be besotted,
Were I a night, I’d hope with you to be a day.

Andrew Scott lives, writes and makes music in Toronto, Canada.

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