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Mika Wendy Sam - Baltimore, MD (USA):

April 04, 2001:
This book is a whirlpool. Be careful--it will swallow you.
This book was rescued from a wood stove where someone had thrown
    it in frustration.
Mark Strand ate this book of poems. See, there are the bite
    marks, and the words are oozing out. It cries for unguent. The
    librarians huddle around it, distressed.
This book once caught a hockey puck at a Redwings game. It
    still has the scar to prove it.
This book knew better than to lick the flagpole, but it...just...couldn't...resist.
This book tells the story of the old woman who swallowed a
    fly. She didn't die; no one knows why.
This book is a cookbook. It is seasoned with love & hunger
    & patience & many hands stirring the broth.
This book was made from the last tree on earth.
This book is a goddess. Her armor glimmers in the light.
This book fell in a forest once. It made a sound. Do
    you know what sound that was? Neither do I--I wasn't there.
This book is a _former_ bestseller.
This book is the idea of a book. It has no cover,
    no pages, no spine. It is no trouble to the other books.
This book was written by a man from Venus. He knows how
    the limerick ends.
This book is one word long.
This book was typed by a monkey.
This book holds a grudge; this book forgives.
This book was rushed to the hospital and had its appendix taken
    out.
This book runs 5 minutes fast.
This book trembles at night when the lights go out.
This book has been naughty. It has been made to sit in
    a corner and go to bed without dinner.
This book was carried around the world in the belly of a
    shark.
This book is the only book that was a book in a
    past life.
This book wishes it were a snail.
Into this book are stuffed: a sofa, an alarm clock, a dozen
    eggs, a wheelbarrow, seven red jellybeans, a hammer, an overcoat, a moustrap,
    a mustard pot, a teaspoon of salt, an inkwell (full), a rainstorm:
    and it is all overflowing onto the other books.
This book forgot its dentures at the steakhouse.
This book is a prankster. It tossed a handful of pepper into
    the air and watched the other books fall to the floor, sneezing.
This book is his book. He won it in the divorce settlement.
    She got the gramophone.
This book likes to pinch the librarians when they aren't looking.
This book has lint between its toes. It itches.
This book is a hypochondriac. It has had its tonsils, adenoids, spleen,
    and one kidney removed. It has been to 26 doctors in as
    many days. It aches all over.

April 06, 2001:
This book sings in the shower.
That book, way up there on the shelf, that book you can
    only reach by climbing two ladders and grabbing it with tongs, that
    book is terrified of heights.
This book passes gas when it thinks no one is around.
This book remembers the Alamo.
This book remembers the Alamo rental car that broke down, leaving it
    stranded in the desert.
This book drank too much at Mardi Gras and had the worst
    hangover of its life.
This book wore a peacock costume for Halloween.
ll f th vwls wr stln frm ths bk. Th thf lft
    th cnsnnts bhnd.
This book got a bad sunburn and is beginning to peel.
This book won the lottery & spent it in one evening.

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