Dog's Ears
. for public domain
For pages worth a dog's ear,
a crumpled work of lace,
we search for golden phrases,
mark their special place.
We stifle in library tiers,
churlish book stores,
coveting their treasures,
mining their aisles,
enduring for gleaming words,
to redeem our souls.
Monastic cells our Eden,
we monks who scour scrolls.
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