A House Made of Books

I dreamt I lived in a house made of books in the library
A floor of prose, four walls made of fiction and poetry
Biographs above my head, history to make my bed
Lay down little sleepyhead
In a bed that's made out of books in the library

I took a walk in the garden blooming with paperbacks
Thru the rows of hedges made out of almanacs
By the Spoon River I stroll
On the road back to my home
Past the looking glass I go
To a house that's made out of books in the library



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Writer(s): George Cordell
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