“Books!” Chuckled I, “yes books”
I woke up and flung the hold
“Books!” Said I, “thing of pound”
Once I sat engaged and waiting
By the grave, I saw the scriptures
My passion is the material instrument
Books — tormentor of my dreams
Once upon a midnight lonely
Harvest Collegiate High School, New York, New York
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