ROOT PATROL
Here it's not that far from
Fond du Lac. I always liked
the name of that place. I knew
some people from there once,
and the lady was always pressing
leaves into books. She'd stick them
in, and close the books, and then
just forget about it. She said that
in a year or two they were flat and
dry as perfect as you'd want. Who'd
want? I always wondered. And, too,
she said, sometimes they'd leave an
image on the page of the book. Well,
there you have it. Count me in.
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I don't think that's what they meant
when they said the 'leaves' of a book,
but, maybe, they meant that all along.
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