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I want to live true to my self on Sundays
Leaving all other week days to their woes as sundries

In the early hours before the sunrise itself
I get literary supplements of magazines to my corner table’s shelf
Many books are exhibited exactly on the holiday platform
Attracting attentions of many readers in some form


Some books directly find their way from the press
Some books come and dance on the plat form with out front cover’s dress
Some are complimentary presented to noted V I P s
Some how they find their way along with review copies


Old classics not available directly on stands of book sellers
Are at times are made available like fortune fillers
Some are story books novels and commentaries on current politics
Any how a variety of subjects you can peep in without resorting to any tricks


So in this agenda of remaining human life
I love to live on Sundays without any strife
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Sounds good to me, my dear Supani; indeed it sounds like my own Sundays, as well as those of my father, grandfather, great-grandfather and beyond: Sunday is the best day of all to read. I consider reading a sacramental act, an outward sign of an inward grace, and I love your poem about that to which I look forward tomorrow.

Respect and solidarity, my friend, fellow philosopher, fellow reader and celebrant of the written word.

Love from these benighted shores tonight,

+Stevie