In olden times

~I remember me. How I looked to books as if they were to be my next meal. How I bought brushes, special pencils and a book of right paper, still blank. How I sang, at first haltingly, then to praise. In magnets, like poles repel. Their force remains, but dissipates in mulish waste.~

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