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86 lines
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Too Many Books...
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Little Duffy Wallace was a normal fan, you see
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E F E D C B A C B A G
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He started out with Star Trek at his grade-school library
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G F G F E G C A B C D
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Then Arthur Clarke and Asimov, and Heinlein juveniles
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G E D B C B G A C B A G
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The library was small - he didn't notice for a while
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G F G F E G C A B C D
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That there were
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B C D
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[Chorus:]
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So many books, so many books
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E D# E C D C# D A
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It really doesn't matter what your reading speed
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A B A B C D B A G C D E
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There's too many books, too many books,
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D E D# E C D C# D F
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Too many books to read.
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G F E D C
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Duffy did okay in high school - he was bookishly inclined
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His homework left him time to read whatever he could find
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He broadened his horizons, hitting math and science too
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With English Lit and hist'ry he began to get the clue
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That there were...
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[Chorus]
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Now, a glacier's created when each winter's fall of snow
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Is just a little heavier than summer's sun makes go...
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Of books he had too many, and of reading time a lack
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And of this situation, there was born - a TO-READ STACK!
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For there are...
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[Chorus]
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For a couple years of college, things were still okay for Duff
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But he had less time to read, and still more sources for his stuff
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Used-book stores and garage sales, they began to take their toll
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And library disposal sales made Duffy lose control
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You see there's...
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[Chorus]
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[Play chorus theme quietly behind announcer-type speech:]
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"And, turning to City news... A local resident was killed in
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his home in a bizarre accident today. Mr. Duffy A. Wallace
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apparently was adding a book to a stack of several HUNDRED in
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his library, when the shelf collapsed, killing him instantly.
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A... `friend'... was quoted as saying, `It was how he would
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have wanted to go.'"
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Now Duffy's fannish friends preserved his treasured memory
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They kept up his collection as a lending library
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And sometimes, late at night, you'll hear the shuffling of feet
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And a ghostly voice complaining of the task it can't complete
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Since there are...
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[Chorus]
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Copyright 1992 by Joel Polowin. Permission is hereby granted to copy this song
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for any non-profit purpose provided that its content is not altered and that
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this notice is included. If you include it in a publication, I'd appreciate a
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copy: mail to 205 Toronto St., Kingston, Ontario, CANADA K7L 4A9. E-mail to
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Internet polowin@silicon.chem.queensu.ca or polowinj@qucdn.queensu.ca, or
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Fidonet Joel Polowin @ 1:249/106.4.
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[I actually wasn't planning to post this here until after I had a shot at
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performing it at FilKONtario this weekend... but I decided I wanted to get it
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out so I could get to work on the follow-up right away. Little Isaac Asimov
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was just a fan, you see -- but there were so MANY books to write...]
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My first attempt at original filk. I'm middlin' pleased with it.
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