I read books
of all kinds
Books torn
or intact, books that are wild
And those
that are tame
Books
describing war
And famine
And those
that speak of plenty
And peace
Books are my
first friends
Some I won,
others I was given
Some I found
amidst dirty shelves
In foreign
houses
Others I
came by on the streets
I have but
one request
If there is
a kingdom of heaven
Point me to
the library
The Bilge Master
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