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My Lost Asylum, Wisdom.

She was tender at heart,
In love with a story book
That contained butterflies,
Gardens, lawns, sheep,
Shepherds and brooks.
Devoting attention fully,
Kept on reading slowly.
Paused, mused and resumed,
While words grew sentences,
And gave birth to paragraphs.
Pages matured day by day,
Until her eyes moistened,
With the very last line ended
On the heavy black tiny spot.
She ran to the first page
In pursuit of her intimates,
But could only find
An aged author bearing
Lines of title glaring.
Flies carried wisdom
To distant virgin gardens.
Shepherds with herds
Migrated into unholy lands.
Lawns merged in brooks,
And got asylum in seas!

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