1.0HullyJoehttps://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hullrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="zqwjgO3VWF"><a href="https://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hull/poetry/second-hand-book/">Second Hand Book</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hull/poetry/second-hand-book/embed/#?secret=zqwjgO3VWF" width="600" height="338" title="“Second Hand Book” — HullyJoe" data-secret="zqwjgO3VWF" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hull/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/2nd-hand-book.jpg20481365The book that I ‘found’ in the second hand store Would never have thought itself ‘lost’ It sat on its back in a pile on the floor The jacket was thin and embossed The corners were frayed of cover and page They bore the occasional tear And text of the poems that faded with age […]