The Golden Rule of the LibraryA Poem by Mike EspinosaI walked quickly through the library. The back corner, where a lonely chair and desk sat. My book creaked open. The pages ruffled under my fingers. After several blissful minutes I heard a scratching. My eyes twitched, I scanned the room. Not a soul. A cricket sat upon my desk. I smashed it with my book, wiped its body off the cover, and continued reading. © 2010 Mike EspinosaFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorMike EspinosaCovington, WAAbout- College Student at Western Washington University - Philosophy Major - English with Secondary Education Interest Major - I enjoy academic punctuation and grammar and can edit them quickly. - I am.. more..Writing
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