I Could Write A Book

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I never learned to spell

At least not well.



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I never learned to count

A great amount.



But my busy mind is burning

To use what learning I've got.



I won't waste any time,

I'll strike while the iron is hot.



If they asked me, I could write a book

About the way you walk and whisper and look.



I could write a preface on how we met

So the world would never forget.



And the simple secret of the plot

Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.



Then the world discovers as my book ends

How to make two lovers a friend.



Use to hate to go to school

I never cracked a book;

I played the hook.



Never answered any mail;

To write I used to think was wasting ink.



It was never my endeavor

To be too clever and smart.



Now I suddenly feel

A longing to write in my heart.



If they asked me, I could write a book

About the way you walk and whisper and look.



I could write a preface on how we met

So the world would never forget.



And the simple secret of the plot

Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.



Then the world discovers as my book ends

How to make two lovers a friend.