Stacks of books

Everywhere were stacks of books
And vodka seved with ice
Poetry is everything
it helps one to entice
The best out of each other
Its Russian and its straight
On the rocks
Can you see flocks
Of the corvidae
Enclircling
The pain of life
An honest passion felt
The snow globe crashing down on him
That hand alone was dealt

Jack London first edition
White fang
Raging hound
He died because of the raging wind
That took her to the ground

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