Library

by Nia Warfeld   Aug 5, 2006


Sitting in a library reading a book,
most people would rather be hung by a hook,

Silent except for the students that pass,
looking for an A in there difficult class,

Eyes passing words, words trapped in a cover, consisting of knights in shining armor, or a hard-working mother,

Book upon book, shelf upon shelf, when coming in here you're in a book lovers wealth

Come away to a world were no limit is reached, were it's sweet and colorful like a ripe round peach

This place is wonderful on the contrary, come to this amazing place,

Come to the Library

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