Still a haven; quiet, still –
I feel that I should have a quill
To scratch out prose and poetry
to celebrate Life's jubilee
at my local library.
Sure it's modern, and has gizmos
That befuddle ancient dizmos
Like myself -- but never mind;
It's a place I can unwind
And read the words of all mankind.
How I hope that budget cuts
By some city, county putz
Will not dim the lights inside
And all its beauty cruelly hide –
Twould be like my own suicide!
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