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And so I will tell you the same old stories, over and over again. until my library finally closes. In the hall, Smells of books and closets, Sneak into my domain, Which belongs to humans in the day. When night comes rushing out, That's when us demons come to play, Waiting and reading, The library is my school. If you tell anyone about us, About the library life, I will hunt you and destroy you, I may look like a red riding hood, But I am the wolf. And should people ask where you've gone, Just tell a lie, few know imagination It doesn't hurt after a while, Know that you will love the riddle of a library. Contest: What Lies Beneath The Lies 12 Feb 2017

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Date: 2/11/2017 1:23:00 PM
A most enjoyable read!
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