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Tucked away,
Inside dusty bindings,
Bits of truth and lies,
On yellowed page.
Wisdom and nonsense,
In verse and prose,
Freely given to all,
Let loose from the cage.
Words flow like water,
Or blood in vein,
A living thing bound
And unbound by lead or ink.
The ages ther for all to see,
Read and understand,
Reason and rhyme on yellowed page,
Knowledge, like water to drink.
Tom Stanley
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