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I have always noticed That while this city is filled with females The library is filled with men Middle-aged; average, maybe less Sitting at computers Afternoons Weekdays Today I saw them, for the hundreth time I finally realized These men have nowhere else to go Some of them, maybe But nowhere they would rather be They're looking for jobs To feed their families, themselves This library is their 9-5 No qualifications necessary I sit in the Bates Room Surrounded by green lamps and wood tables Books line the walls, and the gray clouds do not let the sun shine in The image of academia, the most scholarly of steeples A man sits across the room In a navy hat and gray sweater Book open in front of him Exactly halfway through He dozes off Time and time again The security guard wakes him up People walk in and out Taking pictures and admiring the architecture I wonder what he's thinking
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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I have always noticed That while this city is filled with females The library is filled with men Middle-aged; average, maybe less Sitting at computers Afternoons Weekdays Today I saw them, for the hundreth time I finally realized These men have nowhere else to go Some of them, maybe But nowhere they would rather be They're looking for jobs To feed their families, themselves This library is their 9-5 No qualifications necessary I sit in the Bates Room Surrounded by green lamps and wood tables Books line the walls, and the gray clouds do not let the sun shine in The image of academia, the most scholarly of steeples A man sits across the room In a navy hat and gray sweater Book open in front of him Exactly halfway through He dozes off Time and time again The security guard wakes him up People walk in and out Taking pictures and admiring the architecture I wonder what he's thinking
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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