Quiet Reader - Poem by William McGehee
I saw her sitting, reading there
Entranced by words upon the page,
Curled up tight upon the chair,
Short brown hair and eyes of sage.
She seemed so quiet and so shy
With a smile that could make a day.
I thought of simply passing by
But saw her smile and thought to stay.
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