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The Flight


Weight of a thousand words on quaint pages
With black ink dancing on the white floor
The enchanting aroma of the binding
Shrouding the stuff of magic and amour

A dream of midsummer night and
The bloody knife through Ceaser's heart
A thing of science and the secret of infinite
The heir of the rich carries it all

The muser, the miser, 
The popper and his hopper
Imagined the wonders, the four walls hide
The bliss, he thinks won't be amiss
If he was there and his dreams took flight


Not all are fortunate to attain 
the joy of learning.There are few 
who only dream of it.

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