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Library Card

I remember as a child going to the big library shelf
And picking out poetry all by myself
I would pull out my big wooden chair to climb onto
Being very careful not to scuff it with my shoe I would reach up and pull down the book
Climbing back down to take a look I thought then oh how they could write, putting such meaning into their words,
They were some of the most beautiful words I'd ever heard To me they didn't make much sense, but something inside reached for them
I would check them out with my library card
Stacking them high in my arms within, Trying to make it home before dark
So thankful I could get these with just a library card I had so many I didn't know where to begin, dressed for bed, said my prayers, Amen
Climbed in bed and opened my big book
I couldn't hardly wait for one more look They seemed to take me to far away places
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