Delicate pages worn by weathered reading
So many mysteries held of ancestors
Wisdom’s aroma permeated the heap stack
Old wise tales reveal sacred potions
And my grandfather’s ole whiskey recipe
Features, and leaves and dead crickets
Pressed within a dingy browned sleeve
Oh, and the dust flies everywhere
And I hold back a ferocious sneeze
But the f’nese is worth the read
Because inside is Granny’s chocolate recipes
(*F’nese or fnese Old English for sneeze)
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