Walk across the courtyard,
Towards the library.
I can hear the insects buzz on the leaves, 'neath my feet.
Ramble up the stairwell,
To the hall of books.
Since we got the interweb these hardly get used.
Duck into the men's room,
Combing through my hair.
When God gave us mirrors he had no idea.
Looking for a lesson
In the periodicals,
There I spy
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