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by Nia Warfeld Aug 5, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
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