As I hunched those books,
can thee espy that
there are over ten?
The room
has the environs
of books,
principally
in pen
of holograms,
virtually being published
with euphoria,
be not insatiable, for this is accomplished.
Yet another book
we read tenaciously,
How we covet the intellect and stratagems
of the swift time.
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