Although I like their learnèd looks
And know each tear and stain,
I’ve sorted out a box of books
I’ll never read again.
Since I’ll be moving in the spring,
I’m looking to be freed
Of each and every single thing
Of which I have no need.
It isn’t that my new abode
Is smaller than this one;
I’m simply loath to bear the load
As, up till now, I’ve done.
So here’s goodbye to Joyce and Proust!
It’s time you found another roost.
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