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My life a library of books concurrently recited to me By time. The words are crooks Because the have hooks Upon my eyes and I, me; My life a library of books And some judge by the looks Not paragraphs written to me By time. The words are crooks. The author cooks Different stories for me to see; My life a library of books. My life filled with clocks The tick and tock words to me By time. The words are crooks! My attention locks On the words waves of the sea. My life a library of books By time. The words are crooks
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
My life a library of books
My life a library of books concurrently recited to me By time. The words are crooks Because the have hooks Upon my eyes and I, me; My life a library of books And some judge by the looks Not paragraphs written to me By time. The words are crooks. The author cooks Different stories for me to see; My life a library of books. My life filled with clocks The tick and tock words to me By time. The words are crooks! My attention locks On the words waves of the sea. My life a library of books By time. The words are crooks
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
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