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The Library
Quite quiet here, In my calm hideaway, No one but the librarian, Regally surveying her kingdom, And another deserted From the Army of Clamor, Hiding from the outside world. Invasion! The Army has entered To capture the library: Clumping, tramping, Pushing, giggling, Toppling over piles of books, Knocking into chairs and tables. Finally heeding the now harried queen's Shushings and annoyed looks They settle into a noisy quiet, Still manning thier battle stations. Quietly resisting this hostile take over, I adjust my glasses And glare and the offending group, Purse my lips And mutter: Silence is golden! |