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in the library
alone
in an inglenook
with one book
it isn't mine
mmm the musty scent of the spine

doldrums ho-hums twiddling thumbs disappear
when i am here
lick my finger
and turn the page

in the forest
alone
i skip stones
watch pollywogs
turn to frogs

ho-hums twiddling thumbs
go away
when i am here
i bumped into you there
you in your gunnysack
your chicken scratch
i knew
when you
licked your finger
to turn the page