Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
- Bob Dylan
Borosilicate glass feather on a long, soft leather cord.
Measures just under 3 inches.
Kiln annealed for maximum durability, but wear with care.
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