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SPECIAL SPIRITS I locked myself in a library one night No one knew and there was no one in sight I spoke to the spirits of so many still there Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by And that Dickenson or Dickens never had to cry I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems And realized how many people have lost their homes I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound? © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~~free cee!~