I see him get ahold
Of the book about
Our numerous wars
Oh no!
I do not like wars.
Blood-shed and
constant killing.
It's just not my thing.
Oh joy!
He has reached
For the book
Of World Peace.
In harmony and peaceful.
That is more like it.
I glance his way
Hiding behind
My own book...
He caught me.
Oh no!
He's coming
This way!
I better return
To my previous page
and watch him
from a safe distance.
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